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This is so freaky!!!!!

Handcuffs!!!

Is that a HICKEY?!

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The latest chapter is both sexy and cute 🥹 Old Xian really knows how to drive us crazy by placing their love on the edge between sensuality and purity

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goodbye mo's “this insufferable fucker” face

hello mo's “just why did i kiss this insufferable fucker” face

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Someone once said that if it weren't for the Chinese censorship Old Xian would be drawing Tianshan in all kama sutra positions and after this chapter I totally agree with them

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I don’t know if it’s just me but they look like getting caught in a compromising position by their child 🤣

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This applies to both He Tian and Mo Guanshan 🥺

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Happy New Year!

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Ravenous Chapter Five: Not Alone

Read the newest chapter here on A03

Summary:

He Tian finished cleaning the blood and then crawled on top of the bed next to Guan Shan. “I promise we’ll figure this out together. You’re not alone in this.” He carefully slid one hand over Guan Shan’s chest and took his limp hand in between his fingers. It was decided then, he would call his brother when they landed. He would put aside whatever grievances or pride he had if it meant he could help Guan Shan.

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reading your christmas drabble oh i suddenly thought about how MGS, in a way, has found in He Tian kinda what he needed from a father figure he lost in his childhood - protection, safety, that kind of guardian, who can be stronger than him (even though he doesn’t want his protection etc).

And how He Tian has found in MGS that warm unconscious care, a domestic peace, a feeling of home he didn’t get from his mother who died too soon.

Thank you again for your wonderful works, thank you for being here in fandom, take care and Merry Christmas ❤️ ❄️

(and sorry for the errors i’m not a native speaker haha)

absolutelyyyy!! could not agree more!

and on a similar note, I find it satisfying that their personalities manage to strike a near-perfect balance to match each other’s needs. he tian is overbearing and guan shan’s pride hates that, but if he tian was any less adamant in protecting/pursuing him, they probably wouldn’t be as close as they are now. likewise, even though he tian loves being the center of attention, if guan shan was too openly expressive about his feelings for him all the time (i.e. like the girls at school who fawn over him), he tian would probably find him disingenuous and boring

it all seems so counterintuitive when you consider their personalities at a superficial level, but it makes perfect sense when you dig a little deeper!

anyway — thank you for the kind words and support!! I’m glad you enjoyed the drabble! happy holidays!! <33

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the one who always waits

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lil mo please! he tian is already burning up from the spicy noodles, you're gonna make him explode!!!

Happy 1st Tianshan Kiss Anniversary!

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Them as pucca and garu♥️

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So we all know that Momo would be an engineer or something related as either a part-time job or his official job. And after I read the manhua for N times, I have realized that the author has foreshadowed his interest and job by his childhood flashback. He liked robots and sth like that, so being a engineer makes sense.

Speaking of which, let’s talk about the job that we thought he would do. I have read a lot of this manhua fanfic and most of them refer to his job as either a chef or a restaurant’s owner. That’s because we all thought that he loves to cook, and I also realize that we thought that way because he cooks well, but that doesn’t mean he loves to. He cooks well because he has done it many times, and it’s not because he likes it, but because he had to. He lives with his mom, and certainly his mom is extremely busy with her work, and she doesn’t have time to cook. Although whenever she appears in the manhua, she always seems to cook something, but I think that to raise a child herself from around elementary school to high school needs a lot of money and effort, so in order to have enough money to raise him, she doesn’t have much time being at home. As a result, Momo has to cook himself whenever she’s not home. I think that’s a little ironic because we all think he likes something that’s actually not his interest but a responsibility and burden to him.

Trans cre: 19daysmanhua

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a/n: a drabble for @beautifulboysbeingbusy, who requested tianshan talking about loved ones they've lost during the holidays, and @faery-moss, who requested morning cuddles and tianshan's first Christmas together. enjoy! <3

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When he was younger, Guan Shan never slept on Christmas Eve. He’d try, but the excitement, the anticipation, would fuel him the entire week leading up to Christmas. He’d lay in bed until the first rays of sunlight fell into his bedroom, then he’d race to wake up his parents. They always woke with a smile as he climbed into their bed.

Now, He Tian smiles as he lies in Guan Shan’s bed.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmurs against Guan Shan’s lips when he wakes, still sleep heavy. “I think your mom is already up. I heard the sink running.”

“Yeah,” Guan Shan mumbles, wrapping around him. He’s warm and too big for a twin sized mattress. Guan Shan has never complained about it. “She likes to make breakfast right away on holidays."

“It smells sweet.”

“It’s stuffed french toast. Fresh fruit on top. Since you’re here, she’ll probably pull out all the stops and make muffins, too.”

He Tian hums, pleased. “I must admit I feel awfully special whenever I come over,” he says. “I should’ve brought her another gift.”

“God, no,” Guan Shan tells him, because he already helped He Tian wrap two presents for her the other day: a gold necklace and a scarf. They're sitting under the small tree in the living room. Anything more and she would begin to ask Guan Shan more questions than she already does. Guan Shan is beginning to run out of ways to tell her that yes, He Tian is a very good friend, and no, Guan Shan doesn’t know what his parents do for work.

He Tian huffs a laugh. He’s in good spirits already, eyes bright and hands warm as he shifts their weight, settling on top of Guan Shan.

Guan Shan lets him kiss him, but a few moments in, He Tian pulls back.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

Guan Shan shakes his head but doesn’t say anything. He Tian’s touch lingers on his side. Waiting.

Eventually, Guan Shan breathes out. There's an awful dread building in his throat. He says, “Tell my mom that breakfast was good after we’re done eating. Even if it wasn't, tell her it was."

“Of course I will,” He Tian says and Guan Shan doesn't doubt it. “I’m sure it will be good. I’ve had her cooking before. Is she— is it usually not good?”

Bringing up his hands, Guan Shan presses them into his eyes. “No,” he mumbles, “it’s good. But just tell her that it is anyway, okay? Don't make a big deal out of it, but make a point of it at least."

“Okay.” After a moment, He Tian’s fingers wrap around his, pulling them down. “What’s wrong, ah-Shan? What’s this about?”

Guan Shan swallows. He’s had an awful pit in his stomach since yesterday, though he’d done a well enough job of hiding it. Or maybe he hadn’t. Maybe He Tian saw right through it the entire time. Maybe that’s why he’s looking at him like this.

He Tian's smile is gone now and Guan Shan feels stupidly selfish.

“My dad used to be in charge of Christmas breakfast," Guan Shan says, looking away. "He always made the same thing. The french toast. Breakfast was the first thing we'd do once we all woke up. And it— it’s fucking impossible not to be reminded of that every year. It ruins everything for me. My mom got the recipe from him and she’s always done a good job since he’s been gone, but…”

He doesn’t know how to put it into words. If he was a better person, he’d be able to say that the breakfasts are now a tribute to his father. That they're a piece of him that Guan Shan and his mother get to honor and carry with them, but it's always felt more like a gaping wound that never closed. When it’s just him and his mom sharing breakfast each year, they make light of the situation, but there’s always an inevitable lapse of silence that’s impossible to ignore.

Today will be the first time in nine years that there’s a third person at the table. Guan Shan wants He Tian here — he asked him to be here — but he doesn’t want to endure the suffocation of another holiday. He doesn’t want He Tian to see the evidence of Guan Shan’s broken origins, laid out on a tablecloth with ceramic plates and silverware.

It’s Christmas. They’re supposed to be grateful; happy. Bright and in good spirits, like He Tian.

After a minute, He Tian brings Guan Shan’s fingers to his lips.

“I didn’t want to tell you this,” He Tian starts, speaking against his skin, “because I didn’t want to… ruin the day, or make it about me. But I understand, Guan Shan. The impossibility, I mean. I got your mom the scarf because you said she’d like that color, but I got her the necklace because that’s what my mom asked for every year. A gold necklace. My brother would either get her matching earrings or a charm to add onto it and we’d wrap them in the same box. She loved it, but she died a couple weeks before Christmas one year. I was never able to give her that last necklace.”

He turns Guan Shan’s hand over, pressing a kiss to his palm. There's a pause, his eyes gone distant. Eventually, he lowers Guan Shan's hand.

“Christmas fucking sucks, sweetheart,” He Tian continues, offering a small, closed-lip smile. “I hate it. It's ruined for me, too. But that’s because I usually wake up alone, and I’m not expecting a nice breakfast, and I don’t have a mother to give a necklace. It’s different this year even if it’s not exactly what I had as a kid. It won’t get easier, but it can get better. You’re showing me that. I want to do the same for you.”

They hold each other's gaze. A pot clangs in the kitchen, muffled through the walls. Guan Shan thinks he can hear his mother humming a holiday song. It makes his eyes sting.

He pulls He Tian back down to him, and they lay in bed as the smell of blueberry muffins wafts under his bedroom door.

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Another lil TianShan quickie :) Mo-mo can’t handle the alcohol very well *shrug*