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I love XL and think not enough fanart exists of him being a buff baddie martial god. So. I’m going to do my part

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@here4hualian kissmas day 10: a kiss as a reward

tw for hallucinations

Hua Cheng's hands are cramping as he puts the finishing touches on statue number eight-thousand, nine-hundred, fifty-two. He has to focus to keep his fingers from shaking, lest he mar the stone.

"You've worked so hard," a voice whispers. A voice that isn't there, isn't real. But Hua Cheng listens, because it is still the voice of his god. His beloved.

"It's only what you deserve," Hua Cheng replies, shaving off the last bit of stone to make the intricate design of Xie Lian's robes.

"But you're the only one who can do it so well."

Hua Cheng examines the finished sculpture. "Only because I have the best muse."

He hears his god's laugh. "My ghost flatters me too much."

It's not real, Hua Cheng forcefully reminds himself. He's not here.

Hua Cheng turns. Xie Lian is standing there, wearing white-and-gold robes. He looks like he did before the fall of Xianle, when those eyes weren't clouded over with pain, and his face wasn't twisted into a grimace.

"My most devoted believer," the god whispers, and Hua Cheng breaks.

"Dianxia..." He steps forward. Places his hands on Xie Lian's shoulders. The god's skin is cold to the touch through the fabric of his robes.

"You deserve a reward for all this hard work," Xie Lian tells him. "Will you let me reward you?"

"I don't need a reward."

"Maybe not. But you deserve it." Xie Lian's eyes sparkle as he gazes up at him. "Close your eyes."

Hua Cheng obeys, and he hears Xie Lian let out a contented sigh.

A moment later, there are lips on his. Soft, cold lips, and Hua Cheng's entire body shudders. He lets out a moan. Hua Cheng reaches up, cupping Xie Lian's face, the god's cool skin sending shivers through him.

"Dianxia," he murmurs, pressing closer.

Xie Lian doesn't kiss him back.

Hua Cheng goes still. Slowly, he pulls away.

He's standing in front of the statue he just finished carving, one hand still cupping its cheek. The statue move, doesn't speak. Hua Cheng's spit glistens on his lips.

The ghost pulls away, cursing himself for forgetting. This place likes to torment him, or maybe that's just his own mind attempting to tear itself apart. He cannot afford to go mad.

He picks up his chisel, moving to a new block of stone, and begins carving statue number eight-thousand, nine-hundred, fifty-three.

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@here4hualian kissmas day 9: kissing something that belongs to the other

Hua Cheng waited for him eight hundred years. Xie Lian should be able to wait as long as it takes for his beloved to reform.

He doesn't know how Hua Cheng managed it. He feels he's going crazy after just a few months of celebration.

This morning, Xie Lian prepared a meal. He put out two plates, and settled in to eat. After his first few bites, he looked up and asked, "How does it taste, San Lang?"

Of course, there was no one there.

Now, Xie Lian wanders through Paradise Manor, uncertain of what he's looking for, just that he'll know it when he finds it. If he's being honest, the only thing that will really satisfy him is Hua Cheng himself, but he doesn't think that's going to happen today.

If any of the servants are still around, they steer clear of him as he paces the corridors like the phantom he still feels like sometimes.

He stops when he reaches a nondescript door. Some instinct is tugging at him, and he pushes the door open, stepping inside what seems to be a closet.

Hua Cheng's collection of clothes is mostly red and black, but there's some other colors present too. Whites. Golds. Xie Lian is particularly amused by a whole section devoted to pink robes.

He stops in the center of the room, where there's a small stool with a red outer robe Xie Lian recognizes draped over it, still creased from wear - likely unwashed. He picks it up, inhaling greedily. The smell envelops him, and it almost feels like Hua Cheng is here.

Xie Lian sinks to his knees, holding the fabric tight. Without him realizing, tears have begun streaking down his cheeks. Xie Lian tries to imagine what Hua Cheng would say if he was here. Don't cry, gege. I'm okay. Or no, he wouldn't say that. He'd say something more like, If it hurts, let it out. I'm right here with you.

Xie Lian sobs.

Eventually, he knows he has to stand up. He has to keep on with his life, keep waiting. Someone has to harvest the vegetables at the little cottage on Mount Taicang. Someone has to meet with old friends for tea tomorrow.

"I miss you, San Lang," he whispers. "I miss you, and I love you, and I'll wait as long as you need me to."

He stands, placing a kiss on the soft fabric and wishing it was the man himself. He breathes in one more time. And then he folds the robes, placing them back where he found them.

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📸 | snapshot

xie lian soft-launches his bf hua cheng and the internet loses it

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Happy birthday Xie Lian 🌸

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pov: you didn't do your calligraphy homework

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XL: Looks nice. HC: So, you approve of my mask? XL: Of course! It's lovely, but I'd still like to take a look at your real face.

Heaven Official's Blessing 天官赐福 (2020)

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Today's Seal Is: The Third Wheel

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sketch i didn’t wanna finish

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Ghost city

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Xie Lian is no longer under house arrest

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Local god loves his ghost very much.

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Can’t stop drawing hot buff Xie Lian, calling this my Hua Cheng era

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HES INNOCENT. HES JUST A BOY

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Hualian coffeeshop!au P1-4

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diner time! ☕️🍔✨