2ha

• catharsis ★ orphan account

mo ran/chu wanning. "entreat me not to be parted from you; where you go, i will go, and your god will be my god... where you are buried, let me be buried also. [ruth 1:16-17]".

• the tranquility of morning dew ★ bloodsongs

mo ran/chu wanning. taxian-jun takes up gardening and learns to adjust to the simple life with chu wanning.

• sticky fingers ★ fakeplasticlily

mo ran/chu wanning. "the man tosses the towel unceremoniously back at mo ran’s chest, like he’s personally offended by it. and the fact that his hands had just been all over said chest barely minutes earlier, maybe.

“please pack a box of egg tarts with extra custard filling, a box of red bean paste buns with extra syrup, a rice pudding with extra candied fruit garnish, and a box of osmanthus cakes with extra sweet pear jam”.

mo ran’s eyes grow progressively wider as he lists the items.

it’s him.

not the suburban mother of four, not the elderly guy dealing with a midlife crisis, but quite possibly the hottest guy he’s ever seen. who also happens to have the highest sugar tolerance mo ran has seen in a human being in his two years of running this bakery."

tgcf

• come light me up ★ nobirdstofly

pei ming/mu qing. "even after the events at mount tonglu, mu qing is saddled with the former emperor’s cursed shackle. the only way to get rid of it involves more intimacy — and more pei ming — than he anticipated".

• show me glimpses of a reverence ★ nobirdstofly

xie lian/feng xin/mu qing. "xie lian drags mu qing in for another kiss. mu qing’s eyes are open, grossly aware of their audience, but xie lian’s mouth is thorough and precise, and Mu Qing nearly reaches for him when he pulls back.

“great, so,” xie lian says, breathless, “now you do the same to him.”

“to feng xin,” mu qing clarifies. feng xin is staring at him in shock.

xie lian beams at them. "yes, just like how I did it!”".

tags: fengxin monster cock

• letting go of something sacred ★ nobirdstofly

xie lian/hua cheng/mu qing. “well?” mu qing prompts. “spit it out, i don’t have all day”.

xie lian’s mouth ticks up in a brief smile at his impatience. “i think san lang remembers, is all”.

“remembers what?”

“the xianle language,” xie lian says, and for some reason, mu qing’s heart beats faster. He can feel the press of it in his chest. “maybe you two could speak it together?”