Cillian



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    "S-Stiles?" The tanned one croaks, arms falling to his sides. Thomas doesn't know who he's calling to and doesn't care. He shoves past him, grabs the young werewolf on his right and puts the gun to his head.

    He glances towards Teresa and Minho, who form a defensive circle around Newt, who's cradling his injured arm to his chest. Thomas' jaw tightens. He raises his voice, keeps it cool and steady though he knows the werewolves can hear his heart jackhammering against his chest. "Release him. Or I will shoot."

    He scans the room, expects anger but only receives hurt and confused looks in return. Then that boy says it again, with more urgency and Thomas realizes in shock that it's directed at him.

    "Stiles."

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    19 Dec 2025

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    ЭТО ТАК ХОРОШАЯ, НАДЕЮСЬ СПУСТЯ 7 ЛЕТ
    ТУТ РЕЗКО ПОЯВИТСЯ ПРОДА

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    It's a little over two months after Jiang Cheng moved out of the Jiang estate when his brother breaks into his apartment.

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    15 Dec 2025

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    Rumor had already made the entire cultivation world aware that Jiang Fengmian had found the orphaned son of Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze, and that he had taken him into his home as his ward, allowing him to become a Jiang sect disciple – treating him almost as one of the family, even. That much was known, so it didn’t come as much of a surprise when Jiang Fengmian proudly introduced him or even more proudly showed him off, praising him to the high heavens.

    What did come as a surprise was how little he praised his own son standing beside him, despite them being only a few days apart in age. It was as if Jiang Fengmian had simply forgotten that such a creature existed, much less that he had himself contributed to its spawning, and the constant looks of hope – invariably crushed – the child sent him made it clear that the present situation had been going on for some time.

    Fuck you, Nie Mingjue thought, seeing red, seeing instead Nie Huaisang in his failed saber classes, struggling so desperately to keep up with the rest even though his body wouldn’t allow for it, being told he was useless and a good-for-nothing and fit for nothing but marriage. Fuck you, Jiang Fengmian.

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    07 Dec 2025

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    Нахуй фэнмяня!!! НАХУЙ ГАДА!

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    When the Wen sect came to ask for hostages, Jiang Fengmian decided that he wasn't willing to risk Wei Wuxian getting hurt and instead sent Jiang Cheng to the indoctrination camp alone.

    Jiang Cheng spent his time there making friends.

    (“…wow,” Nie Huaisang said when Jiang Cheng finished explaining. “That’s – that’s bullshit.”)

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    07 Dec 2025

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    Моего сына учат себя любить и уважать!!

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    Since the tender age of 9, Jiang Cheng has been convinced there is something growing within his chest.

    He fancies it might be a rose bush, full of thorns that poke his lungs everytime his father praises Wei Wuxian while his mother compares his lacking skills to his adopted brother and his sister dotes on the older boy, first and foremost. Or maybe it's a cactus, one that parches his throat dry with a hacking cough when all his friends favor the cooler Jiang sibling and dismiss his minuscule insecurities. But sometimes he contemplates if it's poison ivy wrapping tightly around his esophagus, causing uncomfortable irritation when his childhood crush, flawless Lan Xichen doesn't notice him the way Jiang Cheng notices everything about the older boy.

    He might not be certain what it is, but all he knows is that he is growing something so magnificent and indescribable.

    And it hurts.

    Yet no one believes him when he mentions the pain, when somedays the basic skill of breathing doesn't come easy. He catches the eye rolls, hears the scoffs, fumes at the blatant teasing, and clams up at the scolding he receives for his "exaggeration".

    Though perhaps his imagination wasn't too far off the mark.

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    06 Dec 2025

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    МОЙ СЫНА БОЛЕН НО ОН КРУТОЙ ОСАТЛЬГЫЕ ОБСОРАЛИСЬ С НИМ ВО ВСЕМ ПУСТЬ СТРАДАЮТ Я ОЧ ЖДУ ПРОДОЛЖЕНИЕ ДА