#gong yuanzhi x young master Hua

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Hello! I've never done this before so I'm not sure if this is enough information or not for a prompt. But I just finished watching my journey to you and I would like didi and gege all hurt no comfort. Thank you!

Letting go isn’t something that Shangjue is very good at and he’s very well aware of his flaws, thank you very much.

He wasn’t able to let go of his little brother’s death, he couldn’t let go of the idea of Shangguan Qian, but worst of all and perhaps the most egregious of all, he had thought — or rather, he believed — he could let go of Yuanzhi.

Shangjue had known that Yuanzhi was in love with him. Of course he had. You’d have to be blind not to see the way Yuanzhi looked at him like he hung the stars just for him. And he would have, too. Hung the stars for Yuanzhi, if he’d just ask.

He’d have done more than just that. He would have given Yuanzhi the world. Toppled dynasties and blotted out the sun if that would have made Yuanzhi happy.

But what Yuanzhi had wanted most was the one thing he could never give.

A quiet life. A peaceful life with the one he loves by his side. That was the sort of life Yuanzhi wanted. And it was the life Shangjue could never live.

He is just a tool for the Gong family, carrying the prestige with him. The face of the family that has with it all the burden and all the responsibility. Shangjue was never made for a quiet life.

And it is for that reason, he has to let him go.

So, here he is.

Watching quietly with an aching heart as Young Master Hua shyly encircles Yuanzhi’s slender wrist with a bracelet of his own making. The mark of an intention to court. The ache turns into a bloom of sharp and intense pain at the way Yuanzhi meets Young Master Hua’s shy smile with one of his own as he slides on a hidden weapon around his belt as a reciprocal gift of his own.

Elder Hua is beaming. So are the rest of the family as they watch this sweet scene unfold in front of them.

It’s unbearable.

It’s no less than what Shangjue deserves for ever letting go.

[randomingoftherandomness]

What about a ff about them https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJwEdD1B/ ?

Where Yuanzhi is the pretty but strong wife and looks down to his husband but little by little start to be fond of him and his gentleness

Anon, I want you to know that it is now four in the morning and I couldn’t stop thinking about this prompt 👍🏼 Good job

Tags: Hua gongzi x Gong Yuanzhi, Fluff, Arranged Marriage, Developing Relationship, Falling in Love

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Yuanzhi marries Hua gongzi with heaviness in his chest and the burn of duty gripping at his throat. All he chooses to remember about his wedding ceremony is the look on Gege’s face as he veils him and the surprisingly calloused hand that takes his when they move to the Hall of Elders to give their respects.

The hand in his had been the one thing that kept his mind shackled to the reality of his situation.

Hua gongzi, when they finally had a moment alone together, had been gentle; carefully helping him out of his heavy wedding dress, attentively tending to his needs even as Yuanzhi mulishly refuses to speak a word to him.

“I won’t hurt you.”

That had given him pause even as he distrustfully glares at the man. Sensing it, Hua gongzi had smiled, bright and sunny as if unaffected by Yuanzhi’s dark mood.

“I’ll sleep on the daybed once we’ve exchanged our wedding wines,” He promises. And keeps to it.

Yuanzhi would know. He stayed up the whole night with a hand to the knife he keeps under his pillow.

Life as the wife to Hua gongzi starts like this.

There isn’t a need for him to manage the household seeing as he’s, well, a malewife Hua laoye betrothed his son to in exchange for the backing and the prestige of Gege’s name being linked to the Hua family. So, he spends his days either in his rooms or in the courtyard that he shares with his husband.

And Hua gongzi keeps to his promise to not hurt him. In fact, the fool with his softer disposition is anything but the image Yuanzhi had built up of him in his head.

He’s kind and gentle, considerate of others. It isn’t long before Yuanzhi figures out how much the servants and maids of their courtyard clearly care for their young master. There’s a deep, unwavering sense of morals in his dealings with others.

He’s an honourable man, Yuanzhi finds himself thinking when they have their shared meals. If anything, no matter how sharp Yuanzhi’s words are or how much his attitude toes on the line of disrespect and discontent, it doesn’t faze his husband one bit.

Yuanzhi’s gone and broken a gadget Hua gongzi spent a month on? Oh, that’s no matter! In fact, the broken parts actually work better when put back together.

Yuanzhi’s claimed a room in the residence to fashion into a laboratory without asking? Fantastic! Hua gongzi has his servants go out and buy up all the equipment and every ingredient for Yuanzhi’s personal stores.

All through this, his smile never fazes.

And as a river can change its course after a period of time, so can human emotions. The muscle that beats in Yuanzhi’s chest isn’t immune and he is human after all.

Their shared meals start to feel less like a burden and more like parts of the day he looks forward to. He allows himself to be openly interested in the little whizzbangs Hua gongzi makes, going so far as to willingly spend time with his husband in the workshop and allowing him space in his laboratory.

It becomes easier to accept the warmth and the regard he is given.

It becomes simpler to give his own in return.

So, when he finally plucks up the resolve to ask if his husband would accompany him to the market, he thinks his heart swells twice its size in the face of the smile he receives and the quiet and shy whisper of, “I would like that.”

Love isn’t immediate. Yuanzhi thinks it’ll be awhile before he feels anything of the sort. But he’s fond. Fond of the little rhythm they’ve built in their life together. Fond of how Hua gongzi lets him set the pace, content to be half a step beside him.

It’s undeniable fondness that guides him to take his husband’s hand one night as they’re readying for their separate beds and guide him to his own.

Fondness still, when Hua gongzi kisses him chastely on the cheek only for Yuanzhi to gently remind him, “That’s not how you kiss your wife.”

It’s still not love when they consummate their marriage. Not love when Hua gongzi takes to sleeping in Yuanzhi’s bed every night after, not yet that.

But he knows he will get there. His heart tells him so.