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Something something tragic wlw
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he xuan to hua cheng and yin yu in their chat group:
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He Xuan, passing their phone to Shi Qingxuan: I'm passing the phone to someone, who if I had to choose between hanging out with them, and having my organs removed one by one, I’d choose the organs.
Shi Qingxuan, passing the phone back to He Xuan: I'm passing the phone to my best friend!
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Shi Qingxuan: I’m gonna get bottom surgery
He Xuan: … I thought you already were one
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Beefleaf
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[Music of the Night]
Only then can you belong to me.
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He Xuan: I just really like them and i don't what to say to them.
Hua Cheng, trying to be a supportive bestie because gege told him: Just go up to them, dude, just go up to them.
He Xuan: and say anything?
Hua Cheng: Yeah, say anything.
He Xuan: Ok
He Xuan: /goes up to Shi Qingxuan/
He Xuan: Your ass makes me forget about my dead family and fiancé.
Shi Qingxuan: /horrified and slightly flattered/
Hua Cheng, about to cry from holding back his laughter: Not that-
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do you think that (during his time pretending to be ming yi) he xuan would be around shi qingxuan in her female form who's constantly doting on him and being nothing but a ray of sunshine and be reminded of his wife, his beloved, the woman who was taken away from him, the woman he'll never see again? maybe.. maybe if he closes his eyes, he can still hear her voice calling out to her best friend 🍖🍃
#heaven official's blessing#beefleaf#shi qingxuan#he xuan#shuangxuan#he xuan x shi qingxuan#shi qingxuan x he xuan#tgcf#tian guan ci fu
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Nightmares by the Sea
Fandom: Heaven Official's Blessing
Pairing: He Xuan/Shi Qingxuan
Count: 1.7k
Rating: T
Tags/CW: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Relationship, Drowning, Ambiguity, He Xuan's words have double meaning in places, beefleaf, ish, She/Her Pronouns for Shi Qingxuan, POV Shi Qingxuan, for most of it
Summary:
Shi Qingxuan has always been thankful for him, more so when times are dire.
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Banner art: Sunlight on the Coast by Winslow Homer (1890)
A white-hot sun had hounded them for the entire day.
Now, Shi Qingxuan was sprawled like a starfish on the shore, and warm sand soothed all those tense muscles in her back. “I’ll give you this. Us coming here was a great idea…”
“You mean me coming here, and you following without rhyme or reason,” replied Ming Yi. He sat next to the Wind Master, cross-legged, hands resting in his lap. His words were unfriendly, but his tone was mild like the breeze that tugged at the lapels of his tunic and sifted through his dark hair, loose and pooling over his shoulders.
“Oh come on,” she nudged his thigh with a bare toe. “You could've made it so I didn't know where you went, if you wanted to.”
Their outer robes were discarded on a boulder, next to their boots. Shi Qingxuan had stuffed the Wind Master fan in hers. She lazily half-rose and looked at Ming Yi’s face for his reaction, as she always did after the unspoken rules of their familiar banter. Despite his morose demeanor sometimes—well, most of the time, if Shi Qingxuan thought about it—she’d come to read him by his expressions alone. Or lack thereof. It was a great feat either way and one she received too little credit for.
Much too little.
Ming Yi gave no retort, and Shi Qingxuan was met with a rare view: his eternally somber features veiled in serenity as he gazed at the vast, shimmering surface, far ahead to where the horizon kissed the sea.
Behind them stood cliffs and rock formations of white and gray, silent and bared like ancient bones to the sun. Gulls spread their wings above, their calls joining the song of wind and water whistling through the stones and murmuring along the shore.
A mission on the borders of the South Sea of all places had been unexpected, but in the end, turned out to be swift work; no one would miss them in the Upper Court besides. Not yet, anyway. Shi Qingxuan sat up, bumping into Ming Yi with her shoulder.
He slowly tilted his face from the sight of sea and sky, which now ran copper with the blood of evening; not quite looking at her, but just enough to show that he was listening. “...well?” he asked when nothing was forthcoming.
She stayed quiet but slowly turned and wiggled until she lay with her head on Ming Yi’s thigh, annoyed clicks of tongue and all. “I have an idea—”
“No.”
Shi Qingxuan smiled up at him, though Ming Yi’s gaze had returned to the sea, now a fiery cauldron of molten sunset gold. “Let’s go for a swim.”
Ming Yi looked at her then. The cold blue of his stare met her emerald eyes, where dusk’s amber danced. “... will you change back already?” he asked, voice as mellow as before as he brushed a meddling strand from her face.
“No,” Shi Qingxuan said in turn. “Ming-xiong, could you not be so much like, well, yourself?”
“Trust me, I’m not.”
Ming Yi sometimes had strange turns for words, but a century passed since they met, and she was well used to his quirks by now. “We’re here. We worked hard. Why not try and have a touch of fun?”
Ming Yi raised a brow, his mouth twisting ever so slightly. “Fun? Can't you see the waves coming in?”
She frowned. “What waves? The water’s as flat as a—” Upon turning her head, the words died in her mouth.
Far out at sea, the sky was darkening, a purple, burdened twilight slow to crawl across its canvas. The previously calm waters roiled, and undulations formed slow tides that fed endless waves nearing the shore.
Shi Qingxuan rose, gathering her under-robes about her knees and studying the change. “Huh. Well, it's not like we’ll drown.”
“I’d still rather not be awash and drifting for who knows how long, with none but you as company,” her friend muttered.
Shi Qingxuan looked over her shoulder at him, the smile brighter as it pulled at her lips. Behind her slender figure, the sea was all the more turbulent, the waves faster, foam spilling from their mouths as they crashed against the shore.
“I am the Wind Master, aren't I?”
Ming Yi tilted his head to one side. The bright, warm colors from before had bled dry around them, or so it seemed. He watched Shi Qingxuan in a new and curious way, gaze drifting down her body to where her hands crinkled the silks of her robe. “Yes, you are,” he said, barely leaning forward and propping a forearm on his raised knee. “But you don't know the world beyond this mirror.”
Shi Qingxuan wondered. Jabs aside, they each knew their competence yet for some reason, Ming Yi was taking this too seriously. “You needn’t worry,” she said and turned back ahead, bare feet leaving prints in the wet brown sand as she neared the sea. “Water is my friend, my brother its Lord. If you won't join me, wait here! I’ll return in a little while.”
Lightning flickered in the distance at a gathering of storms. The waves didn't thrash that much, and she’d known waters far more violent than this. It was warm from the passing day’s heat. Shi Qingxuan neared, being gently lifted with the motion of the waves as she entered the shallows. Soft seaweed lapped at her ankles, and she looked back when the water reached her hips.
Ming Yi was standing on the shore now, arms crossed, appearing to look her way. Shi Qingxuan waved at him, but on receiving no response sighed and turned.
She walked, submerged, and swam, allowing the saltwater to carry her body. The Wind Master turned on her back and stared upward, at a sky now laden with bruised, rain-engorged clouds.
She shifted and swam again, looking to the shore. What was Ming Yi doing? He merely stood there and watched. For someone with his personality, even this muted display said much about him.
Warmth bloomed in Shi Qingxuan’s chest, catching her unawares—her mind had wandered, and so had she. Her feet no longer touched the seabed. She made a turn and swam towards the shore when a wave pulled her back. Shi Qingxuan redressed easily but then came another, and another, like giant hands intent on dragging fresh prey towards the open sea. There was vigor in her body and strength in her strokes; in her mind formed a challenge.
The repeated pull continued, currents roiled beneath and around her like snakes. She tried accessing the private communication array. “Ming-xiong? Ming-xiong, can you hear me?”
Nothing. As a larger wave washed over her, she saw him: his figure was smaller now, farther away. Still standing on the shore, gazing in her direction.
She wouldn’t flail, or lose composure. Shi Qingxuan knew the waters of the world, not as well or as commanding as the winds but she’d never seen them as a threat, and they always welcomed her. Thunder rumbled above her head, angry and deafening. Despite all attempts, after a while, there was still no progress, as though an unseen force kept her tethered.
If she cried out, Ming Yi wouldn’t hear. But he should notice something was wrong by now… shouldn’t he? She must have barely been visible amid the waves. “Ming—!”
She swallowed a mouthful of water and another wave crashed into her, blurring her sight and hurling her under. Shi Qingxuan struggled to swim upward, arms and legs burning with strain, even the body of a god beholden to the tireless might of nature.
It felt like quicksand—an unhappy memory, but one she found frightful in its comparison. The more she tried, the deeper she sank, and soon she lost the remaining air in her lungs, and her vision of the deeps saw white bone and twisting shadows, circling her like a moving prison.
No… what is this? She was weaponless, the sea vicious in its grasp and what light remained darkened as she drowned deeper.
Something latched on to her—eyes widening, Shi Qingxuan tried fighting back, but the hold was stronger, dragging her along like a felled reed.
She could barely see when she broke the surface. Before her, cold, glittering blue.
“M-ming-xiong…”
“Hold on!”
She did, fingers digging into Ming Yi, struggling to keep afloat. The clutch around her waist was his arm, but the relief was brief as a great wave smashed into them, sending them both beneath.
Warmth again. Brief, repeated, forcing itself inside of her. Salt on her tongue, in her eyes, burning through her nostrils, her lungs.
“Easy, Qingxuan. Slowly.”
Her eyes focused, head and chest aching and burning as she coughed and coughed. But she knew the voice above her, felt solid warmth beneath her. Night had fallen.
“Ming-xiong… you…”
“Don’t speak,” Ming Yi urged, himself wet to the bone, on his knees at her side. He was smoothing her long hair out of her face.
“ ‘m … sorry.”
His eyes always said more than his words ever would, but Shi Qingxuan could not guess the meaning behind, this time. “You honor fickle friendships,” he said, “if this is what they yield.” His words were punctured by annoyance. Or was it disdain? No… not that.
“...strange… all of a sudden, the water… isn’t it? Ming-xiong, I… saw…something, down there. There were…”
Ming Yi shook his head, eyes following down her drenched, clingy robe. “There was nothing, Qingxuan.”
Shi Qingxuan wanted to say more, but her body also felt like it wanted to take its leave of her, and his voice was gentler than she’d ever heard it. Everything about him now curled in her chest like a ragged little beast, needy and hidden. Her cheek burned from the proximity of a fire he’d started. She let it go. “Thank you. I’m sorry,” she repeated, turned to one side, a hand weakly skimming over his.
In the distance, there was no trace of the storm, and the sea was a mass of darkness. Ming Yi tore his eyes away and stared into the flames; she missed the warmth dying in their depths.
#heaven official's blessing#he xuan#shi qingxuan#ming yi#he xuan x shi qingxuan#tgcf#beefleaf#ruiniel:fanfiction
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The Weight of Eternity
Summary:
Love intertwines with loss as He Xuan, a ghost king driven by revenge, and Shi Qingxuan, a mortal stripped of godhood, navigate the delicate balance of life and the afterlife. Haunted by dreams of past tragedies and a relentless desire to protect one another, they struggle to find peace in a world where old wounds refuse to heal. As memories of shattered families and painful choices resurface, they must grapple with the possibility that love might not last for eternity.
Content warnings/tags: Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, nightmares, He Xuan’s past trauma, mentions of suicide (he xuan’s sister’s death), He Xuan’s family, Bloody Fire Social
Author’s Note:
Prompt - learning of hx's suffering and wanting to comfort him/them however possible
My @beefleafaction fic requested by @danmeireader!! Thank you so much for your donation!
Beta-ed by the amazing @/mistynights on AO3! This story would still be stuck in my drafts without you!
Fic under the cut!
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“Nightmare?”
“Yeah… ahaha… Sorry. Did I wake you up?”
He Xuan gave a noncommittal grunt in response. He turned over in their shared bed to face his lover who had startled awake in the middle of the night wailing a terrible noise He Xuan wished didn’t sound so familiar.
It wasn’t unusual for this sort of thing to happen. Both of them were regularly plagued by nightmares and it had become custom for them to deal with the aftermath together.
“The same one?”
Shi Qingxuan shook his head and wiped a bead of sweat falling from his perfect brow.
Oh, that’s surprising.
He Xuan raised an eyebrow and asked, “Different?”
Shi Qingxuan nodded.
“Do… Do you wish to talk about it?”
He Xuan shimmied up so that he was leaning up on his elbow on the bed opposite his lover. Shi Qingxuan just stared blankly in front of him, not uttering a single word.
“Qingxuan?”
He Xuan furrowed his brows and held out a hand to touch his shoulder gently. He accidentally startled the man beside him enough to feel the deep shudder in his shoulders.
“Oh, sorry. Ahaha, what did you say?”
“Talk to me, Qingxuan. You are safe here,” he said softly. He flicked a hand out and the candles in the room lit themselves, coating the darkness in a warm glow. “I will never let anything, living or dead, touch a single hair on your pretty head.”
A ghost of a smile appeared on Shi Qingxuan’s face and he looked to He Xuan with a pathetic expression. “You think I’m pretty?”
He Xuan groaned and rolled his eyes. He made the motions to start to turn around to go back to sleep, but Shi Qingxuan caught his shoulder and laughed.
“Ahaha, I’m just messing with you,” he said lightly. “I know I am safe with you. Always.”
“Good.”
“I wasn’t dreaming about that,” he continued. “I was dreaming about you.”
He Xuan’s eyes twitched. A surge of guilt swelled in his gut.
“How is that different?” he parsed out delicately.
“It wasn’t about ge. It was about you,” Shi Qingxuan clarified, but it still didn’t make sense to He Xuan who only stared back at him. “Scholar He. The Bloody Fire Social. How you… you died…”
He Xuan shrunk back in on himself at the mention of the Fire Social. Why was he constantly reminded of the worst period of his afterlife, where he made so many stupid mistakes and hurt the person he cared for the most?
“Why are you dreaming of such things?” he demanded, not exactly angry but sharp enough to make Qingxuan shift uncomfortably at his intonation.
Shi Qingxuan let out a nervous laugh and replied dryly, “I’m not sure myself.”
He Xuan watched as the man he loved slowly broke apart before him. His shoulders shuddered and he doubled over on himself, as if he’d been punched in the gut by an invisible force. He Xuan bolted up in alarm and grabbed his shoulders. Shi Qingxuan slowly lifted his head to reveal a weeping face.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“You… You must’ve been so lonely and so sad, He-xiong…!” he cried, immediately wrapping his arms around his unsuspecting lover. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-”
His voice cut out with a gross sob and he continued to weep directly into He Xuan’s shoulder, clutching on for dear life.
“I took them away from you, I-”
“Shh, you did no such thing.”
“But I did! If our fates-”
He Xuan pulled away and stopped him with a finger to his lover’s mouth. He took a deep breath.
“It’s no use blaming ourselves or indulging in what if’s. The past is the past,” he said firmly. “We choose our future together.”
Shi Qingxuan had a complicated look on his face as he stared back into his lover’s stern but comforting gaze.
How could he still be so lucky even amongst all the misfortune after he gave up his spiritual power, godhood, and became mortal again? Did he deserve this luxury of love? How could they have actually reconciled despite everything and agreed to be together till the end of his time on this plane?
He Xuan had even presented and gifted Shi Qingxuan his ashes, which were currently tucked away beside him on the nightstand beside their shared bed. They were in the shape of an intricately detailed hair comb that looked to be carved out of a whale bone and he never let it out of his sight.
When he was the Wind Master, he had many precious jewels and expensive, one-of-a-kind treasures, but this delicate comb was the one thing he cherished most in his life. Well, besides the ghost king that gave it to him, that is.
“Can… can you tell me about them?” he said, wiping away the tears streaks from his cheeks.
“What?”
“I don’t know anything about them other than what happened to them,” he admitted. “And you know what my ge was like… What was your family like?”
He Xuan didn’t reply for a long moment and he couldn’t look Shi Qingxuan in the eyes.
“Are you asking out of pity?”
“What? No, of course not! I genuinely want to know about them. They were important to you. And I want to know everything about you, He-xiong. That includes your family. You never talk about them, but they’re your reason for being here for so long.”
“You are my reason,” he clarified immediately, squeezing Qingxuan’s hand in his.
Shi Qingxuan couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face at the words. “Yes, but before. When you were in Mt. Tonglu. It was them that kept you company.”
“It wasn’t them.”
Shi Qingxuan stared at him, raising an eyebrow in surprise at this response.
“They were just an excuse… It was the memory of losing them. The rage and hurt and brokenness that fueled me. It wasn’t them. It wasn’t love. It was revenge.”
“But you loved them so much that you wanted to avenge their wrongful deaths.”
“I… I suppose that’s not wrong.”
Shi Qingxuan smiled and said, “You’re such a softie, you know that He-xiong?”
“I am not a ‘softie,’” he growled. “I am a ghost king who has slaughtered countless and schemed for centuries to finally achieve vengeance for my family, fooling even the Heavenly Martial Emperor-”
“But you really are! You loved your family so much that you have lingered on this plane and become one of the most powerful beings currently in existence to exact justice for your loved ones!” he said. “It’s inspiring the lengths you will go for love, He-xiong.”
He Xuan narrowed his eyes, “I hurt you in pursuit of revenge and you find this… inspiring?”
“I do. You would do anything for those you love,” he said without hesitation. “And I’m lucky enough to be counted among those lucky few.”
He Xuan could only stare at him for a long moment, searching Shi Qingxuan’s expression for any hint of insincerity, but he couldn’t find any.
Shi Qingxuan laughed at him for making such a serious face. He Xuan immediately dropped his gaze, but Shi Qingxuan could catch a glimpse of the red hue blossoming on his lover’s cheeks even in the dimly lit bedroom.
“So, will you tell me about your family?”
It wasn’t like he could say no to the man opposite him; there was no use fighting Shi Qingxuan. It was easier just to indulge him.
“I… I don’t know what to say or where to begin,” He Xuan muttered, still not looking at him.
“Well, what do you remember? Anything is fine. You had a family… a wife.”
“Fiancee,” he corrected.
“Fiancee. What was she like?”
He Xuan’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment. After so many years studying his friend and lover’s many different microexpressions, Shi Qingxuan could deduce this particular furrow was not in any anger, but in contemplation.
“It’s been so long,” he started. “I haven’t recalled any fond memories in… centuries. Just the pain. It was all I needed for so long. My only driving force. The pain of losing everyone I loved. It seems I must have forgotten them along the way.”
“Surely you can remember something about her? What did she look like? Your fiancee, your sister, your parents… Anything you can remember.”
“My sister…” he thought, golden eyes glimmering after a second. “Meimei had the warmest brown eyes, like honey, and hair darker than ink. She… she never wore it up. It was always long and flowing behind her in the wind or rolling down her back like a wave.”
Shi Qingxuan cupped the side of his lover’s pale cheek, smiling brightly.
“She must have looked similar to you, then!”
He nodded, continuing, “I taught her how to read and write. She liked to hear me recite poetry and stories. I, I think she was like you in many ways— always earnest and chipper, always smiling and laughing. Her laugh sounded like the sweetest birdsong.”
A big toothy grin adorned Shi Qingxuan’s face as he listened to his lover open up about his sister. He nodded silently, bidding He Xuan to continue.
“Meimei was good friends with my fiancee. We all grew up together in Fu Gu. Our parents were close. The marriage was arranged by our families long before we grew fond of each other,” he reminisced. He choked some semblance of a laugh and added, “Sometimes I’d forget to eat, I was so enraptured with studying and they would bring me food. She and meimei would pester me while I worked. I always hated being disturbed.”
“You? Forgetting to eat?” Shi Qingxuan marveled, almost unbelieving there was a time when the man would forget such a thing.
He Xuan shot him a dark glare. “There was a time before my insatiable appetite,” he recalled coldly. “My time in prison was not kind to me or my stomach. I nearly withered away along with my organs, but I held on. I endured.” His fists clenched together at the memory. “For them.”
Shi Qingxuan bit his lip, instantly feeling guilty for his inappropriate comment. He cupped the trembling fist of his lover.
“I spoke without thinking,” he said, calmly rubbing his thumbs along the pale and cold hand. “I apologize.”
“It’s nothing,” he gruffed back, shrugging his hand out of the comforting grip.
A moment of silence filled the room before Shi Qingxuan felt compelled to break it, not realizing that it would've been better to remain quiet.
“The worst part of my dream… I watched you cut your sister down from the rafters,” he started. “The whole time I was trapped, screaming trying to grab you so you didn’t have to see what happened. No one could hear me or see me. I just wanted to help you to save you from everything and I couldn’t do anything except watch and scream.”
A pale hand reached out into the darkness of the dimly lit room, grasping out to the shadows along the wall. A tear slid down He Xuan’s cheek.
“She was only sixteen,” he whispered, voice hollow and thoroughly shattered.
Her feet were still swinging along with the light breeze in the deepest shadows of his memories. The weight of her body falling into his arms after he cut that strip of silk was still engraved into his muscles.
It was He Xuan’s turn to double over on himself. He didn’t really understand what was happening, why his face felt so damp or his lungs felt like they were on fire. He didn’t even need to breathe, so why did it feel like he was suffocating?
His mind raced with centuries of repressed memories— they all felt like different daggers driving straight through his heart.
Being unfairly failed. Hearing what happened to his fiancée. Cutting his sister down. Burying them. Demanding justice. Being thrown in prison. Starving. His mother’s death. His father’s death. Emptiness. Trying to start over. Everything burning around him. Enough. Justifiable slaughter; a cakewalk compared to Mt. Tonglu. Shi Wudu standing over him. Devouring. Insatiable hunger and vengeance—
“He Xuan!”
Shi Qingxuan’s voice cut through all the miseries. He was shaking his shoulders violently back and forth, trying desperately to pull his lover out of his mind.
“Don’t leave me,” he whispered, sounding nothing like a scary ghost king and more like a destroyed man. He clung to Shi Qingxuan’s night robes tighter than anything he’d ever held in his life.
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You can’t leave me. I can’t lose you, too.”
“I’m not going to leave you.”
“You can’t-”
His voice broke before he could finish.
“He-xiong? Look at me?”
Two sets of teary eyes locked gazes.
“Listen to me. I promise you I’m not going anywhere, alright? I love you, He-xiong. I’m not going anywhere without you.”
“But… You’re a mortal now. You will die.”
Shi Qingxuan’s heart broke even further. “He-xiong, don’t think-”
“I will disperse myself if you die and do not return to me.”
“Ahaha! Let’s not talk like that, He-xiong!” Shi Qingxuan, waved frantically. “There is nothing in all three realms that would keep me from coming back to you, so no need to be so dramatic! And I’m still alive! Why all this talk about my death when it hasn’t even-”
He Xuan wrapped him in a bruising grip and refused to let go.
“You will come back to me, when the time comes,” he grumbled into his lover’s shoulder.
It didn’t sound like a suggestion, but Shi Qingxuan didn’t mind.
“I wouldn’t delay it for anything,” he whispered back soothingly. A hand reached out to stroke He Xuan’s inky black hair. “This is where I belong. Right here. In your arms. For eternity.”
It was not the right time to bring it up, but Shi Qingxuan wasn’t entirely sure he could become a ghost. He had ascended— whether it had been justified or not didn’t change the fact that he had been a god. And that usually meant that he would be stripped of any afterlife or chance at reincarnation, just like his ge.
But because his fate had been switched with He Xuan’s and then he stripped himself of his spiritual power, he wasn’t sure where that exactly put him in terms of hoping for an afterlife. He Xuan surely had to have thought about this, right? From his words, he seemed fairly confident that he would have a chance at an afterlife… but maybe it was just wistful thinking.
Shi Qingxuan’s mouth opened wide as a yawn overtook him with a wash of exhaustion and sleepiness.
All this talk about death and his and He Xuan’s breakdowns had left him mentally exhausted, especially after such a vivid nightmare.
“Can we finish talking about this in the morning?” he asked mid-yawn, breaking away from the embrace.
He Xuan uttered a tiny “mn” and nodded his head, still reluctant to take his hands off of him. They laid down together, He Xuan practically entombing him in his arms as they cuddled on the bed.
He Xuan laid awake long after Shi Qingxuan had fallen back asleep, eyes piercing into the back of the fragile mortal in his arms. He had vowed long ago to protect this man until his dying breath and beyond. He would do anything it took to make sure that his love would have an afterlife with him.
Anything.
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When the early morning light reached his eyelids, He Xuan woke up to find himself alone in their shared bed. The comb on the bedside table was noticeably missing as well.
Panicking for a moment, he immediately started searching the manor through the eyes of his various spies, looking for any sign of his lover. He sighed in relief after catching a glimpse of him kneeling somewhere.
He Xuan pulled on a robe and immediately chased after him. As he turned the corner down the hallway he had seen his lover in, it suddenly struck him where exactly Shi Qingxuan had gone. The smell of incense wafted in the stale air of Nether Water Manor.
Approaching silently, so as not to disturb him, He Xuan peeked into the door of the altar room and saw Shi Qingxuan kneeling before four black urns. He had lit several sticks of incense.
“I hope it’s not inappropriate of me to come here and pay my respects to you,” he whispered. “It’s sort of my fault what happened to you all…
“I want to offer my sincerest apologies to you, for everything my brother and I have done. But I want you to know that your son is the most precious person to me. He is stronger than anyone I know and supremely intelligent and talented and he cares so deeply for his loved ones. And I’m sure he loved you even more than you know. You should be proud of him.
“You don’t need to worry about him being lonely ever again. I will take care of him from now on, I promise. I know that I could never replace any of you and I don’t wish to, but I just hope that I can make your son happy again. I love him with my entire essence; he’s my very best friend. Please accept my affections for your son.”
The corners of He Xuan’s lips curled up into an uncharacteristically soft smile as he gazed at the kneeling figure through the doorway. The image of his family’s faces came to mind, one by one.
I would have loved for you to meet them, he thought.
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End Notes:
There was definitely a version of this where He Xuan was like having a breakdown over SQX’s mortality and just goes “Ooh what if I kill you so you can come back as a ghost and not be so fragile!” And SQX is like “Ahahahaha I love the sentiment but let’s not do anything so permanent!” I had to cut it unfortunately :((((
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Да будет стекло ✨
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TGCF FAKE SCENARIO
Read all of the passage.
A battle has happened. The listed gods/ghost + ??? Are disappearing/fading. You can only save one! Who is it?
Let's pretend the listed gods/ghost can actually die this easily. Or sealed. If this still doesn't satisfy you imagine then that the person you'll save will be waved from feeling extreme torture for eternity. If you choose the last one know not everyone can handle torture.
Your actions do have consequences. Let's say you save Hua Cheng without Xie Lian he would not be able to live. You've wasted the chance there.
Think wisely.
This is just for fun if this make's no sense I basically don't care. This is for fun.
So my viewer,who do you save?
Mu Qing not Ming Fan 💀 I CAN'T BELIEVE I REALIZED THIS MISTAKE YEARS LATER 😭😭
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they went thrifting and shi qingxuan wanted to take photos 💚💙
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He Xuan: I want to kiss you.
Shi Qingxuan, not paying attention: What?
He Xuan: I said if you die, I wont miss you.
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Tea Time for Two
a Beefleaf and Hualian fic by luckstars1015
2.7K Words | Not Rated | Humor/Fluff
Summary
A year since Xie Lian had seen the former Wind Master, Shi Qingxuan arrives at his door step out of the blue with Black Water in tow. The two heavenly beings go to catch up, leaving the two taciturn supremes to their tea.
--- Hua Cheng sipped the tea that's long since gone cold, much like the two ghost demons sitting at the table. “Ah, so it seems you finally fucked the former Wind Master?”
He Xuan’s eyes shot open, threatening to bulge out of his skull. “How did you—wha—why are you—?” Such a crass statement was completely uncalled for… but not untrue.
Hua Cheng cut off his bumbling questions. “You know they’re comparing our dick sizes as we speak, right?”
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