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CHENGXIAN FIC RECS

Petals on a Wet Black Bough by DachOsmin

While drinking at a tavern that caters to men that favor men, Jiang Cheng happens upon a masked stranger that looks eerily like his dead brother.

from these nettles, alms by callowyn, zorrosuchil

Jiang Cheng didn’t have a plan for Wei Wuxian coming back into his life, and he realizes now this was a mistake. He’s going to slip up. He’s going to give it all away.

Fate—or at least Jin Ling—is going to make sure of it.

you're the one that I want by verity

They haven't really talked about what's going on between them, except this morning while Jiang Cheng was eating breakfast and Wei Wuxian was lying on the sofa with his arm over his eyes, Wei Wuxian said, "Are you going to be weird about it if I hold your hand in front of our friends?"

Jiang Cheng chewed his youtiao.

"Just let me know," Wei Wuxian said. "It's chill."

Oh, Jiang Cheng knew very well that it was not chill. But he wasn't like Wei Wuxian; he couldn't just do things like that, like it was nothing. Wei Wuxian could name his sword—gleaming now on the rack above his head—Suibian, he could do whatever he wanted. He got all the curses and the blessings of being always inside and outside the Jiangs, and Jiang Cheng got everything else.

"You can hold my hand," Jiang Cheng said after he swallowed, feeling like he'd just walked over a bed of hot coals.

letters from inside the storm by serein

"Jiang Cheng," Wei Wuxian hears himself say, echoing and strange as if from underwater. His hands feel slow and fumbling as he reaches for Jiang Cheng's chest, watching the blood soak through the silk and keep dripping.

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A year post-canon, Jiang Cheng takes a blade meant for Wei Wuxian. Things unravel.

family resemblance by ruche

“I am good-looking,” Wei Wuxian cuts in, theatrically pouting. Then he drops the act and gestures at Jiang Cheng’s-- everything, “but in a different way than you, obviously.”

In which Wei Wuxian takes Jiang Cheng to a sex store. They are, as always, so incredibly supportive of each other.

i was put together wrong, still i was made for you by finedae

Wei Wuxian wakes up in Mo Xuanyu's body, and the five slits across his wrist. He also wakes up in a brothel where the Mo family had sent Mo Xuanyu after the embarrassment of harassing Sect Leader Jin Guangyao, his half brother and now Chief Cultivator.

Jiang Cheng pays for a night, looking for a demonic cultivator.

too much, not enough by Shamelesscooper

“Okay, so good news!” Wei Wuxian says, swanning into the room with just enough energetic cheer that Jiang Cheng knows whatever it is he’s going to say is going to be awful. “We figured out the nature of your curse! You’re probably not going to die! It’s not even going to hurt!”

“Yeah? And what’s the bad news?” Jiang Cheng gruffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

Wei Wuxian does a double-take, like he’d expected his (fake) good mood to fool Jiang Cheng. Like it’s ever managed to fool Jiang Cheng. His laugh is a little shrill, a little frenetic as he says, “Well, uh. You know our ghost friend back there? Yeah, she’s possessing you. Which is why...” He makes a gesture at the general area of Jiang Cheng’s... problem.

“Ah,” Jiang Cheng said, expression souring. “I’m not going to like the cure, am I?”

“You’re not going to like the cure,” Wei Wuxian nods.

Jiang Cheng gets cursed on a nighthunt. Wei Wuxian helps him with the cure.

Halves by jusrecht

What do you call halves that fit each other in all the wrong ways?

Start a Riot by ohwhatevrewhatevr

“They killed A-Die and A-Niang,” Jiang Cheng says, his sharp but defined muscular frame curling in. He's all lean, purposeful muscle, nude and bruised.

“Wei Wuxian -” Jiang Cheng grits out in a dangerous, furious rasp - there’s a slight tremor to it still. He still isn’t looking at Wei Ying, just lying there limp, his face to his side, showing his profile and those sharp cheekbones. “Where the hell did you go? Where did you go that was worth leaving me behind ?”

“I-”

“And why won’t you tell me? Why won’t you-”

TL;DR Jiang Cheng goes into heat, they fuck, and hormones make them spill some of the beans before they go spill some Wen blood. (no romance happens :/, just sex)

like you’ve never known fear by tsunderestorm

He doesn’t want to take it slow, because Wei Wuxian doesn’t want things slow. Wei Wuxian wants passion and skill and things Jiang Cheng doesn’t have, he just has anger and inferiority and a head full of fucking thoughts that won’t stop running around and bumping into one another when he’s trying to focus on this.

翻云覆雨 // in clouds and rainfall by oh_fudgecakes

A night hunt goes wrong when the group encounters a Qiongqi. While protecting his nephew, Jiang Cheng is hit with poison by the beast. They don’t have time to research an antidote, but prolonged dual cultivation with another cultivator will neutralize the poison...

When he’s chosen for the job, Wei Wuxian is surprised, and determined to give his shidi a good time. Alternatively: In Which Yunmeng Recon Happens While Wei Wuxian is Balls Deep In Jiang Cheng.

oh my god they were (step)brothers by serein

"Really, boys?" Yanli sighs. "Right in front of my salad?"

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chengxian and step-brothers porn tropes: a montage.

baby it's a black hole by villainousfriend (katzenfabrik)

"What's wrong, Jiang Cheng?" he asks suddenly, looking up from his bowl.

Jiang Cheng just meets his gaze, not even lifting an arm to convey, Where do you want me to start?

"You've been... staring at me, this whole evening, shidi," Wei Wuxian adds, more slowly. The colour in his cheeks didn't fade after the bath, and now, with the food and candles, the room's got stuffy and he's even pinker than before. It should look healthy but it only highlights the shadows under his eyes, so deep they look like grooves in the skin.

"No, I haven't," he says automatically, and shoves a meatball in his mouth.

Jiang Cheng meets up with Wei Wuxian after Baoshan Sanren restores his golden core, just as they planned. After this, surely things are going to go right, right?

don't you worry honey, 'cause i can't say no by Runespoor

Wei Wuxian tests a talisman and hopes Jiang Cheng doesn’t make it weird.

hungry little fool by serein

Despite the easy warmth of the picture, Jiang Cheng immediately pegs something as wrong.

Wei Wuxian's looking at his slim forearms, held aloft in the air, with that look on his face like his unease is lapping at the edges, threatening to escape.

Like the tide is rising too high, and it's threatening to wash Wei Wuxian away.

[soft chengxian post-canon ft learning to love your new body]

lotus bridge by Sectionladvivi

Wei WuXian comes to visit Jiang Cheng's shitty apartment and they wax nostalgic about when they used to whack off to porn together as teens.

for a moment (i forget to worry) by everyearning (noctiphany)

He wants to fuck him, of course he does. But this is good. It’s almost too good. Wei Wuxian is afraid of things that feel too good now, too scared that he’ll wake up and it will all have been a dream. But he thinks as long as he can keep them like this, right on the precipice, maybe he won’t have to find out. Maybe this won’t get stolen from him like so many other good things.

smoke by serein

"You do piss me off," Jiang Cheng replied automatically, ignoring Wei Wuxian's faux-sad swoon. Jiang Cheng scowled. "If I'm such an oblivious idiot, why didn't you say something?"

Wei Wuxian huffed. "Well they're very confusing feelings to explain, Jiang Cheng. I want to kill anyone who thinks they can hurt you, but I also want to fuck you until you cry." Oh. Jiang Cheng's stomach fluttered in mixed interest and trepidation.

Canon divergent AU chengxian ft. Jiang Cheng's not so subtle danger kink and Wei Wuxian being a jealous, dangerous gremlin.

when everything soft abrades you by tsunderestorm

Jiang Cheng had said “no” when Wei Wuxian had first asked him to wear lacy panties and a bra when they fucked. He doesn’t feel bad about that, either - after all, it hadn’t even been a serious request, more rather one of Wei Wuxian’s off-hand, teasing remarks. They come off as jokes - at least, he means for them to - but Jiang Cheng knows from experience that they are backed one hundred and ten percent by Wei Wuxian’s modus operandi of “haha, unless it you’re into it though”.

Turns out Jiang Cheng is into it, too.

weaving figure eights and circles by vrooom

“Wait hold on. Jiang Cheng?” The voice is no longer sultry. It’s matter of fact, incredulous, and horrifyingly familiar in a way that makes Jiang Cheng’s insides shrivel up and crumble into dust.

“Wei Wuxian?” Jiang Cheng says, holding the phone as far away from his ear as possible. He glares at the phone like it personally betrayed him. “What the fuck are you doing on my phone sex line?”

can’t train a moth by Runespoor

"Hey. You alright?"

"My boyfriend wants to put nudes of me after sex on Grindr. Take a wild guess."

Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng attempt communication and a new kink.

clothes make the man by verity

Jiang Cheng requires a new suit. Wei Wuxian removes it.

#chengxian #mdzs #mdzs recs #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #fic recs

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nalufever · 6 years

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Hakouki December Drabbles

I’ve compiled all my December Drabbles, most of which are ‘5-sentencers,’ along with a few bonus prompts. They’re all Saito x Chizuru (I blame @impracticaldemon for that), and a few with a couple more of the Shisengumi characters - and pretty much all ModernAU.

Ice Skating

Chizuru greeted Saito with a smile. She patted the rough pine beside her and held out her hands, accepting the steaming cup of cocoa. “It’s beautiful out, isn’t it?”

Saito watched Chizuru cradling and inhaling the delicious warmth of her drink. He turned his attention to the skaters zooming up and down the outdoor rink. People of all ages and ability were having fun. Blanketed in fresh snow, the evergreens ringing the pond looked more like ‘ever-white’ trees.

Blinking at the distant look on Saito’s face, Chizuru repeated herself. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Saito plucked the cup from her hands, sandwiching it back into the box it had come from - shoving the whole thing off to the side further. He turned his solemn gaze back to Chizuru, leaning closer.

Chizuru shivered, an odd reaction - for his look wasn’t cold - it was full of heat. Slow and emphatic, Saito spoke. “You’re beautiful.” She lowered her eyes and blinked.

“Have you ever known me to lie?” His voice compelled Chizuru to look at Saito; but unable to speak past the lump in her throat, she shook her head.

Saito pulled Chizuru against his body, kissing her deeply.

The group of friends they’d come with hooted and cheered. But Saito and Chizuru continued to kiss, lost in their own private wonderland.

Scarf

“It needs one last touch!” Chizuru clapped her hands, “The snowman needs a scarf!” She started to remove her own - stopping as Saito shook his head.

"Mine will do for that, you need to keep warm.“

"If you insist,” Chizuru giggled, “but don’t worry, you wore it better.”

Frost

Chizuru blew air on the window, watching frost crystals resembling ferns take shape. She breathed over a wider area, looking over her shoulder before using her nail to write. “Want a hot beverage before I start knitting again?”

Saito looked up from his work and nodded, gaining his feet stealthily once his girlfriend left for the kitchen. He scratched a heart around the initials he found and then sat, a smile as big as the love he felt for Chizuru on his lips.

Family

In the kitchen Chizuru hummed to the carols blasting from the living room. Saito joined her with a smile and a forehead kiss, taking over tea duties and beginning to load the tray.

All her favourite people were here to help celebrate the season. Favourite people? No, they were more than that - they were family - and Chizuru would chose them again and again.

Blizzard

Sleet mixed with snow pelted the windows, the tremendous wind shaking the whole house. The weak sun faded further, the gray shadows stretching and covering everything.

Safe inside, hearts beating as wild as the blizzard, Chizuru and Saito reaffirmed their love over and over. Years of marriage hadn’t dulled their passion for one another - it had honed it to a sword’s edge sharpness. Yes, the winter storm was mighty, but it paled in comparison to their love.

Candy Cane

Chizuru added cookies to the tray; gingerbread swords, shortbread hearts and chocolate dipped macaroons. Perfection, except - she removed the spoons and replaced them with candy canes. Winter and the resulting cold weather was the perfect excuse to consume extra calories.

She bustled out to the living room where Saito waited, putting the tray on the coffee table. He pulled Chizuru beside him and kissed her cheek, “Exactly what I was craving - thank you, dear.”

Cold

“Go get some sleep, I’ll finish wrapping presents,” Chizuru waved Saito off, “I like making them pretty.”

Saito dropped a kiss on his wife's forehead, “I love that you like that.”

Hours later Chizuru crept into bed and snuggled against Saito’s back, he made wordless sounds of pleasure as Chizuru hugged him, only yelping a pro forma complaint as her cold feet migrated to his legs.

Chizuru giggled, “You know I can’t help myself.”

Hot Chocolate

“Try it,” coaxed Chizuru, sliding the mug to Saito, “it’s actually quite nice!”

“But tea is a better digestive aid than hot chocolate.”

“That may be, but I didn’t remember to buy more,” Chizuru bit her lip and shrugged sheepishly, “Sorry!”

Saito scooped Chizuru onto his lap and hugged her, “I was the one to forget to add it to the grocery list.” He winked, “It’s my fault - let’s kiss and make up.”

Snow Day

“There’s no reason for you to go to work today,” Chizuru stopped staring out the front window - it was white everywhere - impossible to see any further than a few feet.

“What kind of example would I set if I didn’t try,” reasoned Saito, “there’s bound to be a few students that have no where else to go - I should at least -”

Whirling about, Chizuru caught the sly smile playing on Saito’s lips, and he cut off what he’d planned to say. Nettled, she stomped her foot, “You’re staying home and we’re going outside to play in the snow!”

Even with only a few months of marriage under his belt, Saito knew when to obey, “Yes dear.”

Lights

Chizuru handed Saito the tangled ball of Christmas tree lights with an apologetic smile, “I didn’t think I’d left them like this.”

“Oh, you didn’t,” Souji volunteered cheerfully, “I did that for you - takes up way less space that way.”

“No using your sword to fix the lights,” Sano said with a grin, “-but maybe a good clout to the head will fix Souji.”

Saito looked up from the snarl of wires, “Chizuru forbade me from bloodshed in the house - let’s go outside.”

Fireplace

An ember popped in the fireplace, loud and jarring - the only sounds in the living room being soft sighs and the rhythmic squeaking of couch springs.

Chizuru froze in position on Saito’s lap, gripping his upper arms tighter, “What was that?”

“Nothing important,” Saito assured his wife, “if the house burns down, I’ll buy us a new one.” He captured Chizuru’s mouth in a drugging kiss and she responded with renewed ardour.

Hours later Saito and Chizuru dozed, passion sated like the sleeping fire - but able to blaze up again in an instant.

Slippers

Sen pointed to the new, large and plain slippers stationed with the smaller and colourful ones. “Finally bagged a boyfriend?”

Chizuru blushed and the words poured from her lips, “Why do you say that - he’s not my boyfriend, Saito is just a good friend - it would be rude not to have appropriate slippers available for him when he visits -”

“Slow down,” Sen laughed and padded further into the living room, “I was just teasing you, no need to panic.” She dropped onto the couch and patted the seat beside her, “Today’s your lucky day - I’ll help - Saito will be yours.

Chizuru dumped the container, spilling dozens of holiday cookie cutters over the counter, “Why don’t you pick first?”

Grouping them by size, Saito tidied the clutter, selecting a Christmas tree.

“Oh, you like that one - but I thought -” Chizuru let her words hang in the air before clucking her tongue and bustling over to the catch-all kitchen drawer and yanking it open, “- ah, I put it here!” She hid it in her hands, then triumphantly unveiled it for her boyfriend, “Would you rather use this one?”

Saito took the sword-shaped cookie cutter with a smile, hugging Chizuru, “You spoil me.”

Snowman

Saito squeezed Chizuru’s mittened hand, tugging her into his arms for a warm hug, “This isn’t packing snow.”

“Nope,” Chizuru laid her head over Saito’s chest, “We can put making a snowman off until later - I’m just glad to be out of the house for a bit.”

“Mmm, but soon I hope - or we’ll have to wait much longer.” Saito rubbed the swell of Chizuru’s belly, “Our child is impatient to join us - but I must insist on him being a fair amount older before indulging in such activities.”

Chizuru laughed, “She’s going to be a girl - and don’t tell me you haven’t already picked out her first sword.”

Decorate

Sano chucked a box at Souji who caught it and flipped him off, “Chizuru will cry if we break any of these!”

“She may cry, but I will end your existence if you destroy any of her precious family ornaments,” said Saito, “Slowly and painfully.”

“Shit man, take it easy,” begged Sano, “We’re just playing - you know us.”

”Slowly and painfully,“ reiterated Saito, "And no one will find your corpses. So let’s decorate the tree before I have to murder either of you.”

Winter

“Once more, from the top - Chizuru, I need you to sing louder, okay?” Souji wagged a finger at Saito, “This Christmas carol is perfect for Chizuru to take the lead, so you need to be softer. Matter of fact, that goes for the rest of you guys too.” Souji glared the rowdy men into stillness. “Behave or winter will be over before you get this song right.”

Stars

“Make a wish,” Saito pointed to the brightest cluster of stars, “and I’ll make one too.” He turned to rummage in the picnic basket, withdrawing a thermos and two mugs. “You’ve got your choice of hot cider or hot cider,” he chuckled, “I know you think I need to expand my beverage horizons.”

“Tea would have been fine -” Chizuru blurted, “- it’s what I drink when you’re gone ‘cause I miss you so much.”

“I’m here now,” Saito left the thermos and mugs on the camp table and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, “and my first wish is a kiss.”

Candles

Opening the next box, Chizuru’s smile lost brightness and became bewildered, “How lovely, another candle!”

Saito grit his teeth and hid the package he held behind his back - only to be pushed forward by Sano, “It’s not much, but -” Saito inhaled and worked past his tight throat, “I hope when you use this, you think of me.”

Chizuru took the gift and tore off the wrapping paper, flinging the lid up and slamming it down - cheeks burning red. She gasped, “Um, okay…I’ll be thinking about you no matter what.”

Sano pulled Saito back by his sleeve and smirked, saying softly, “I switched your candle with something a little more exciting.”

Christmas tree

“The tallest person gets to place the tree topper,” Sano proclaimed, “A duty that I solemnly accept.”

“Fuck you, ya bastard,” Heisuke grumbled, “Height is a stupid reason.”

“Pfft, whatever lets sleep at night,” said Sannan, “That puts me out of contention too, but who cares about a Christmas tree so much?”

Saito ignored the babble of complaining men and handed Chizuru the delicate angel. Settling his hands on Chizuru’s waist he purred into her ear, “While the idiots argue, we’ll get the job done.”

Gingerbread

“What is that heavenly smell?” Sano elbowed Heisuke out of his way into the kitchen. Eyes closed he sniffed deeply, “I’ll marry you Chizuru, just for this recipe if Saito won’t.”

Saito closed the oven and carried the hot gingerbread over to the cooling rack. “I made this, not her - and neither of us are stupid enough to marry you.”

Mistletoe

Chizuru stopped midway down the stairs and sighed. The guys had gone overboard with decorations in the short time she’d taken to shower and fix her hair. The cardboard cut-outs weren’t too bad - but someone (most likely Souji) had found and tacked glittery bells on every possible surface.

Chizuru shrugged, continuing down the stairs towards Saito - who was looking above his head at a large ball of mistletoe.

Chizuru tugged on Saito’s arm to get him to lean down, kissing him softly but firmly on the lips, “This worked faster than I thought it would.”

White

Chizuru looked down at the absolute snowy white of her dress, “We all know I’m accident prone - what if I spill?”

Saito patted his fiancée’s hand, “It’s my gift to you, so don’t worry about spilling. I’ll buy you a new one - in any colour you want.”

“But wedding dresses are supposed to be white - and the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride in it before the wedding!”

“I’ll buy you a new dress and I won’t sneak any peeks,” Saito pressed a kiss on Chizuru’s cheek, “You look amazing in white.”

Ribbons

Fingers trembling, Saito untied the last of the ribbons holding Chizuru’s gown shut. “At long last,” Saito hoped his voice hadn’t shook too much. “Please be gentle with me."

Chizuru gasped as Saito palmed one burgeoning breast, thumb rubbing over her nipple. "No promises,” Chizuru moaned and captured Saito’s lips in a desperate kiss.

Presents

Saito stalked around the Christmas tree and examined the presents. He knelt and rummaged in the pile, withdrawing a long, narrow box and shaking it - disappointed by the lack of noise.

Wearing fluffy slippers and not much else, Chizuru snuck behind her husband, “What do you think you’re doing?”

He whirled around, only mildly shame-faced, Saito said, “Making sure nothing’s broken, dear.”

“Uh huh, now come back to bed - be a good boy and I’ll let you unwrap me.”

Presents Part II (bonus)

“Which present did you like the most?” Saito turned around to pick up some of the discarded wrapping paper - Chizuru had torn into her presents with passion.

“It’s always the next one,” she giggled, “or it could be the one I’ve been meaning to give you but haven’t yet.”

“I opened all of them,” Saito looked under the tree just in case, “What do you mean?”

“You need to wait almost nine months for this present.”

Presents Part III (bonus)

Chizuru read the front of the tiny shirt, “While you were gestating, I studied the blade.” She smiled at a smirking grinning Sano. “Oh, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like this.”

Sano said, “I had it specially made - there’s more to my gift too.”

Chizuru lifted the tissue paper under the first garment and picked up a much larger t-shirt, on it written: I’m the Blade Master.

Cheers (bonus)

Chizuru lifted her drink and clinked mugs with Saito, “Cheers!”

Saito took a sip and set down his hot chocolate, the tip of his nose now covered in whipped cream.

Reaching out slowly, Chizuru locked eyes with her boyfriend. She giggled and pointed at his nose, “You’ve got a little something.”

“Not what you said last night.”

Cheers Part II (bonus)

“Is this really my boyfriend or a doppelganger?” Chizuru swiped the whipped cream from Saito’s nose and licked her finger clean.

Mesmerized, Saito watched Chizuru’s little pink tongue work.

“Nothing to say?”

“Not much, but I think there’s plenty we could do.”

Lovely (bonus)

“It’s not a matter for laughing.” Saito stood in the middle of their hotel room wearing the largest t-shirt Chizuru had and a towel. “This is the second time the airline lost my luggage - every time we go on vacation my suitcase goes somewhere else.”

Chizuru giggled, “It’s tradition now. Besides, you look lovely.”

Holiday

“Sit down and put your feet up, please, Chizuru,” said Saito, “Let me finish the dishes and I’ll bring out a pot of tea once it’s ready.”

Chizuru smiled as Saito kissed her brow, “I am feeling a bit tired.” She rubbed the as-yet small baby bump under her apron, “I enjoyed having a full house for the holidays, but -”

Saito cut off his wife’s words with another kiss, this one hot and needy against her lips. “Every holiday is wonderful, but I cherish the quiet times after guests leave even more.”

Icicles

Chizuru leaned over the master bedroom’s balcony. She watched her husband’s friends walk the snow blanketed path to the front door.

Saito joined her, “Should we have some fun with them?”

Chizuru, puzzled, blinked owlishly, tugging her sweater tighter, “What do you mean?”

“Want to see if they can dodge icicles?”

Snow globe

“Don’t you ever get a bit bored meditating all the time? I mean, in the good weather, you’re outside - but in the dead of winter you’d freeze to death.”

“Winter is as necessary to the way of the world as every other season.” Saito stood and moved beside his wife, “I often visualize a winter scene of peace in these times.”

“Like the snow globe you gave me,” Chizuru smiled, “when I shake it and the snow drifts around the figures, it calms me.”

Shiver

Saito ghosted his hand over Chizuru’s hip, twitching her robe aside to caress more pale skin. “Are you awake?”

Mumbling ‘yes,’ Chizuru rolled to lay on her back and smiled sweetly up at her husband, “Mostly.”

A sly grin on his lips, Saito released the knot keeping the robe shut, making Chizuru shiver. “I know exactly how to finish waking you.”

Evergreen

Chizuru lobbed a snowball at Saito, making a wet splat in the centre of his back and he whirled around.

“I didn’t mean to hit you, I was aiming to miss!”

“And right after you called a cease-fire to our snowball fight,” Saito flexed his hands and marched closer to his girlfriend.

Chizuru offered a weak smile, “It was an accident,” edging backwards - a large amount of snow from an evergreen dumping itself on her head and shoulders.

“Now we’re even.”

Memories

Chizuru lifted her pen from the New Year’s card in front of her. “Saito, did you want to add any special memories to the one we’re sending to Kazama?”

Saito sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Do you want the truth or something that won’t get me kicked out of our bed?”

“I’ll send him your regards as per usual.”

New Year’s Eve

The crowd chanted with the New Year's Eve countdown blaring from the televisions mounted all over the bar. On the fringes of the dance-floor, one couple drifted further from the others. Holding onto their drinks like afterthoughts, they stared at each other, waiting for zero. Balloons and confetti raining, Saito swept Chizuru into his strong arms. A long-delayed kiss made them forget their surroundings as they rung in the new year.

#December Drabbles #veraspromptchallenge #hakuouki #hakuoki #saito #chizuru #saichi #sen #sano #souji #shisengumi #fluff #shameless fluff #modern AU #mild shenanigans #nalufever #drabbles #5 sentence challenge

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