#And we'll never see it. That world is gone now. And just like Lotus pier -even if they tried to rebuild it - they will never be the same.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bros before Ho(oh my god is that Hanguang-Jun?)

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #WWX really was unhinged for saying he was going to always be at JC's side and then immediately asking about LWJ. #The D in ADHD stands for Distractible. The second D stands for DooowawawaWaaaah (ADHDers know what I mean) #Their conversation is such a knife twist in this flashback. WWX truly and genuinely does mean it when he says he wants to support JC #And that JC hopes for that too! Tragedies hit the hardest when you can feel the lost futures characters would have together #And I feel it here in this scene so painfully. There's complicated feelings between them but it wasn't what broke them apart. #The rumours and the twisted family dynamics that tried to pit them against each other likely wouldnt have worked. #It set the stage for JC to have an inferiority complex which then grows into his responsibility complex. #WWX even calls it out! That JC has to be the responsible one in the dynamic. #And it sucks to be in that unequal position with a sibling or a not-sibling. #You don't get the love *or* acknowledgement but you do get the pressure to be the 'better one' in the face of the other's misbehaviour. #But I digress. There was a world where they did became the twin heroes of yunmeng jiang and stayed together. #And we'll never see it. That world is gone now. And just like Lotus pier -even if they tried to rebuild it - they will never be the same.

[stiricidewrites]

All the Things We'll Leave Behind: ch 26, pt 5

Previously~

I was too lazy to post last night, so extra big update today!

CW: jzxuan almost being sick, mentions of past r*pe and jgs's general shittiness.

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Silence stretched around them—not just from their table, but from the table of teens as well. Somewhere far off, jzxuan could still hear the clang of dishes in the kitchen, the omega woman calling out the rest of Chong-xiansheng’s order to whoever cooked.

“Yeah,” he finally agreed, looking up to meet the older man’s eyes and swallowing nervously. “I’ve seen my dad—and a lot of his associates—get away with stuff regular people wouldn’t. It sucks,” he added quietly, thinking of his little brother, chased out of the country by one of their own cousins, all because he was an omega who hadn’t taken the Jin name. “They aren’t good people—never will be—but I hope I can do better than them.”

Somehow, around them the silence was even worse this time, and he felt his entire face turning what was surely an ugly and telling red. Heat and embarrassment raced across his face and chest, and he very much wanted to curl up in a ball of shame and—

“Y’know what people like me—people who’ve been hurt by you richies—need, rich little alpha?” Chong-xiansheng asked, his voice more serious than it had been before.

jzxuan risked a glance up at him, startling when he met the older man’s intense eyes, seemingly burning their will and world into him. “No…” he breathed out. “What do you need?”

The man blinked back at him and from his peripheral vision he could see the Jiang siblings looking even more uncomfortable as the moment stretched on and lwj watching the man with just as much seriousness as he himself was. “For you—the children and gran’children o’the people who’ve hurt us—to do better. Make it up t’the world, and to us—if you can.”

jzxuan swallowed nervously, his mind blank as to how he could possibly make it up to all the people his family had hurt over the years—so many years that he couldn’t imagine how their hurt and trauma had echoed out into the world. Hell, he didn’t even know how many siblings and cousins he had, let alone more distance relatives. It wasn’t even a well-kept secret that generations of Jin alphas had been fucking omega—with and without their consent—and leaving them behind to pick up the pieces. His own accepted half-siblings were only in their lives because his mother had dragged them in when they’d popped up, but they all knew there were so many more they would never know existed—not here anyways.

To imagine finding them all, making it up to them—to their mothers—for what even just his own father had done to them. For what the man was probably out there doing right now, because the only people who could keep him even a little in line were all here, in Lotus Pier, with a houseful of horrible alphas intent on finding themselves an omega wife to abuse in the safety and comfort of their own home…

“I— uhm…” he swallowed out, blinking his blurry eyes at the table of crepes—still so many, and yet he couldn’t imagine eating a single one more. He’d been practically starving a single bite ago and now his stomach was rolling over with shame and regret and the knowledge that Mo Xuanyu, his sweet innocent little brother, had gone without food and love and safety for so many years and—

“jzxuan!” he heard jyl call after him as he bolted from the table, pushing himself by the old alpha—former alpha, he reminded himself, feeling his stomach lurk within him.

“Leaving already, deary?” he heard the owner ask as he yanked the door open, willing himself to get outside get outside get away from the house away from people the world everything hide and hide and—

He supposed he should be thankful the building was practically in the middle of nowhere. There were no houses around, no one to watch him as he squatted and sucked in shuddering breaths, willing himself not the throw up. He really didn’t want to have to deal with vomit and the smell or the taste or the—

“jzxuan?” jyl called quietly to him, her bare feet appearing next to him. “Are you okay?”

He blinked at her feet, wondering stupidly how long it would take for her brother to notice and give her hell for that as well. He and lwj might be able to stand up for her when it came to leaving without her phone or being escorted by them, but he doubted either of them could make an effort to defend her for not returning to Lotus Pier when her shoe had broken on the walk here.

“Mn,” he hummed, an echo of the sound his new friend made that seemed capable of meaning yes, no and nothing at all despite sounding exactly the same—and never the same.

jyl huffed at him, muttering about him having someone managed to spend too much time around lwj in just a few days. “Do you want some water?” she asked, smiling softly at him, her expression somewhat strained still, and he had to ask.

“It was a Jiang? Who did that to—”

“Yes,” she said sharply, flinching at her own tone and haste to tell him—to end the conversation, he supposed. “And no,” she added quietly, “before you ask, no one has ever… made it up to him.”

He watched her for a moment, fiddling with the hem of her skirt and practically flashing him, her eyes downcast and seemingly not noticing what she was doing. “Don’t blame yourself,” he said after a moment, straightening back up and offering her a hand. “It’s hard for an omega to do anything like that.”

She frowned up at him, glaring for a moment before huffing and accepting his hand. “Maybe, but that just makes it suck more.”

“Yeah, well,” he sighed, shrugging as their hands fell apart, “at least that means you don’t have to figure out a way to ‘make it up’ to… a lot of people. Fuck! I don’t even know how many! Ugh, it’s gonna be so much work!”

“Your siblings will probably help you, though,” the omega woman added quietly as she turned back towards the restaurant, which concerningly neither jwy nor lwj had exited. “They all seem really nice…”

“Yeah…” jzxuan agreed, thinking of his half-siblings—the ones he had had the privileged of meeting.

Mo Xuanyu was a sweetheart who smiled and laughed and pouted to get his way. Who had refused to take their father’s name because his mother—now dead and buried—had been barely legal when jgs had gotten to her, convincing her that he would take care of her before leaving her pregnant and alone in the boonies.

Qin Su was kind and loving, working with children and omegas who didn’t have anyone else to turn to, funding their escape from abusive homes—from the entire damn country, more often than not. She also didn’t take shit from anyone, and it was an open secret that their father rather unwillingly financially supported her endeavours because she had receipts that proved he had r*ped her mother. Such news might do little here—what with how controlled their news was—but internationally it would ruin him. Many of their international business partners barely tolerated his consensual—if usually still abusive—affairs already. Proof of an actual r*pe…

And then there was jgs—A-Yao. Sharp and smiling and willing to slice anyone’s throat to protect his family—the few family members he cared about anyways. He wasn’t positive, but he was pretty sure his half-brother was working behind the scenes to slowly dismantle a couple of their relative’s business enterprises through shell corporations. jzxuan figured it was just a matter of time before the beta man started in on their father’s company as well, not that he particularly cared. He had a trust fund—more than enough money for himself and several generations to live comfortably. So many people in their circle just wanted to get richer and richer and richer for no reason other than because they could.

Honestly, he couldn’t be bothered to help their family make anything more, and if that confused his father, made people think him lazy and entitled, so be it. His brother could bring their empire crumbling to the ground and jzxuan would stand by, quietly rooting him one and trusted him to keep their siblings—the ones they currently knew and the ones currently hiding in the shadows of their skyscrapers and privilege—safe and cared for.

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