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In love with this HuaLian fic. It's so good 🥹💕

ask me again (so there may be a tomorrow) chapter 3: savior and victim

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back shots i guess

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@here4hualian kissmas day 4: indirect kiss

Xie Lian flopped down on the bed, exhausted, ignoring the way the sudden impact sent clouds of dirt flying off of him. He needed a bath, he needed sleep, but before any of that…

He placed two fingers against his head. “San Lang?”

The reply was instant. “Gege! This San Lang was beginning to worry he’d never hear your voice again!”

Despite his exhaustion, his husband never failed to draw a laugh from Xie Lian. “San Lang, I’ve only been gone for a day.”

“And this poor husband has been wasting away in your absence the entire time,” Hua Cheng complained dramatically. “I pray my beloved will return to me soon?”

Xie Lian sighed. “I’m sorry, San Lang, it looks like I’ll be away a little longer than anticipated. The spirit itself wasn’t too much trouble, but he managed to gather somewhat of a following, I think he was trying to copy Qi Rong–”

“Trash,” Hua Cheng interjected, bringing a smile to Xie Lian’s face.

“Yes, well, it’s just taking a bit to make sure we’ve cleared out the whole operation. Hopefully only a couple more days at most, but…”

“Need any help?”

Gods did Xie Lian want to say yes. As much as he teased Hua Cheng earlier, he felt the same ache at being separated from his husband. He wanted nothing more than to fall into Hua Cheng’s arms, but he knew he couldn’t.

“We’re supposed to be proving we can keep our relationship separate from Heavenly business,” he reminded Hua Cheng.

“Hmph,” Hua Cheng grunted. He had made his position on the matter very clear from the start, he thought it was a stupid policy. Honestly, Xie Lian kind of agreed, but he could see why there would be some hesitation about allowing a Calamity to be involved with the Heavens after everything that was revealed about the former Emperor.

“Never mind that. Would you just… tell me about your day? I miss you.” His cheeks heated up as he admitted it even though the only one who heard was Hua Cheng, who said that type of stuff all the time.

“Of course, Gege.” The softness in Hua Cheng’s voice as he replied left a fuzzy feeling in Xie Lian’s chest that continued as he began to narrate his day. Xie Lian sighed in contentment and settled down to listen to his husband speak. He closed his eyes and let Hua Cheng’s voice wash over him, imagining he was at home in their bed, and that any minute now he would feel the comforting weight of another person beside him.

That weight never came. Struck by the urge to feel as close to Hua Cheng as possible, Xie Lian found his hand reaching for the ring of ashes that lay against his chest. He lifted it up and pressed it to his lips, wishing he could be kissing his husband instead. To his surprise, at that moment, Hua Cheng stumbled over his words.

“Gege? Did you just… do something?”

Xie Lian’s face was surely red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know San Lang would be able to feel that, haha…”

“Do it again.” Xie Lian didn’t know it was possible to sound breathless over a communication array, but Hua Cheng managed it somehow. He lifted the ring again and pressed another kiss to the smooth surface.

“Gege…”

“What does it feel like?” Xie Lian asked curiously.

“It’s like… It’s like when we exchange spiritual power, except it’s emotions. I can tell they’re not mine, but I feel them so strongly, whatever Gege is feeling.”

“Oh? So then…” Xie Lian focused on Hua Cheng. His San Lang. Every emotion he had about his husband, all the love he could possibly manage to hold, and he pressed it into the ashes. He heard Hua Cheng gasp through the spiritual array, then nothing.

“...San Lang?”

“Gege… really will be the death of me.” Hua Cheng’s voice sounded wrecked, as if he were barely holding himself back from tears.

“San Lang deserves to know how much I love him,” Xie Lian replied.

“I love you too, Gege.” Xie Lian’s smile turned into a yawn that Hua Cheng clearly heard over the array, because he chuckled and said, “You should get some sleep. I’ll see you soon.”

“Sing for me?” Xie Lian requested.

“Of course.” Xie Lian drifted off to the sound of his husband’s voice, holding his ashes tightly and trying to convey as much love as he could through that connection until he could do it in person again.

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KISSMAS DAY 02 - spiritual power transfer

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it snowed! ☃️

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@here4hualian kissmas day 8: kiss on the...

Xie Lian escaped to the gardens the first chance he got. There, one he was out of sight of the doors that lead back to the party, he relaxed, slumping down on one of the stone benches that littered the area. He closed his eyes, threw his head back, and took several deep breaths now that he felt like he could, now that random nobles from this or that kingdom weren’t crowding in with flattery and gifts and pointed comments about their children who were right around his age.

“Shouldn’t you be at the party?”

Xie Lian’s eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar voice. In front of him, he saw a young man dressed in plain black clothes. He was tall, with dark hair pulled back into a loose braid with a couple strands falling out to frame his face.

Handsome, Xie Lian thought immediately, his cheeks slightly red. Luckily for him it was too dark to tell in the fading daylight. He cleared his throat. “I’ll go back inside in a minute, I only came out for some fresh air.”

“Right, of course. I mean, not that I was trying to tell Dianxia what to do, I was just startled to find you here. I just… Isn’t it a little cold to be outside?” Summer was just beginning, and the nights still hadn’t quite shook off the winter chill.

“It’s nice. Those parties get stuffy after a while, and I like it out here.” A breeze drifted through and he noticed the man shiver lightly. “What about you? You didn’t come from the party.”

“No, your highness. This one is merely a gardener.”

Xie Lian lit up. “Oh? So then, this is all your doing?” He gestured to the flowers surrounding them.

The man bowed his head. “Yes, your highness.”

“It’s beautiful! I like it very much!” The man lifted his head at the praise, a soft smile on his face. “What is your name?”

“This one is third in his family, so they call me San Lang,” the man, San Lang responded. “And… if I may be bold…” he waited a moment but Xie Lian didn’t interrupt so he continued, “I would say that though the gardens are certainly beautiful, they hold no candle to the most beautiful flower of all.” He met Xie Lian’s eyes for a second, but his gaze quickly darted down to the ground.

Xie Lian’s first instinct was to sigh at yet another compliment. He had been lavished in so many of those tonight, people looking to get in his good graces, or his father’s, saying whatever they thought would flatter the young, naive prince into giving them whatever foothold they wanted. 

When San Lang said it, though… There was no court speech, no words with at least three alternate meanings, dressed up in pretty language to hide cruel intentions. Xie Lian instead got the feeling that this young man was completely sincere.

It was refreshing. He wanted suddenly to hear more, so he leaned forward and asked, “So I’m a flower then? Should I allow the esteemed gardener to care for me, perhaps? Arrange me among my brethren as he sees fit?”

“Dianxia- I didn’t mean- Of course his highness isn’t-” San Lang stammered. Xie Lian cut him off with a gentle laugh.

“San Lang, relax.” Xie Lian took note of the way San Lang’s shoulders tensed then gently lowered when he said his name. “I’m only messing with you, I really don’t mind. Besides, you’re certainly not the first person to have compared me with some delicate beauty of nature, if I minded I’d have made it known a long time ago, haha…”

Honestly he did mind, just a bit. To have himself reduced down to nothing but his beauty so often, as if that were the only thing to him, as if he didn’t beg his parents to allow him to learn how to use a sword until the finally gave in, as if he didn’t work himself to the bone training with his fellow disciples, as if he didn’t earn his place as the top martial student in his sect–

“They’re wrong.” San Lang’s voice was quiet but strong.

“Hm?” Xie Lian looked up from where he realized his gaze had dropped to his hands, calloused from years of hard work but praised as so delicate. San Lang was looking at him now, and met his eyes with a determined gaze. Someone opened the door to the garden then, and a ray of light fell across San Lang’s face, allowing the prince to see that one of his eyes was a beautiful shade of red.

“They’re wrong,” San Lang repeated. “Dianxia isn’t delicate. Flowers aren’t delicate! It’s like…” he hesitated. “This may be presumptuous of me to ask, but may I show you something?”

Xie Lian nodded. “Show me.” He stood and followed San Lang through the garden, towards a bed at the edge. This area of the garden was reserved for a grove of orange trees, but San Lang ignored them, instead drawing Xie Lian’s attention to the base where a few small yellow flowers were growing. Dandelions.

“These are my favorite flowers,” San Lan said.

“A weed?” Xie Lian asked, confused. “I didn’t think they were supposed to be in gardens.”

“They’re not,” San Lang confirmed. “And yet, here they are. The thing that makes them weeds, that makes gardeners so upset with them, is that once they’re here they’re nearly impossible to fully get rid of. They’re tenacious, they grow almost anywhere, so it seems as though no matter how many you pull they always come right back. That’s why they’re my favorite.”

Xie Lian had never thought of it like that before. A genuine grin began to form on his face. “So when San Lang says I am like a flower, he means a dandelion?”

San Lang made a face for a moment, but quickly returned his features to neutral. “In a way, I suppose, but if I were going to describe Dianxia as a flower…” he turned his head. Xie Lian followed his gaze and landed on a bush dotted with white roses.

“To me, Dianxia is like this,” San Lang said. He walked over to the bush and brushed his fingers gently across the petals of a rose. “Beautiful on the surface…” he reached in and snapped the stem, bringing the flower to Xie Lian, “...if only to hide the danger waiting just beneath.” He presented the flower so Xie Lian could see the line of thorns along the stem.

“Oh…” Xie Lian’s breath caught in his throat. An indescribable feeling that had been building inside his chest the entire conversation bubbled up and overwhelmed him with its intensity. “That’s– really how you see me?”

“It is.” San Lang, in a sudden fit of boldness, reached out and gently grabbed Xie Lian’s right hand. “Beautiful on the surface…”

He bent down and kissed the back of his hand lightly. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling to the prince, just earlier he had stood at the front of a line while noble upon noble greeted him in just this way. It was different when San Lang did it. He was so sincere as he had been in everything he’d done since Xie Lian met him, and it made the act feel reverent, almost like worship.

San Lang gently turned Xie Lian’s hand in his until his palm faced upwards. A team of servants had fussed for hours over this hand earlier in the day. While the back of his hand was simple– his nails could be shaped, his skin lotioned until it was soft– the callouses from holding his sword stood prominent on his palm despite their efforts, scrubbing and scraping and soaking until they had to stop or his fingers would be all wrinkled. At past events, Xie Lian had ended up dancing with several girls who had recoiled from the rough sensation of his hand in theirs.

San Lang didn’t recoil. He treated Xie Lian’s palm just as reverently as he’d treated the back of his hand, bending over to place a kiss at the joint where his pointer finger met the rest of his hand, right over where one of the largest callouses sat. “Hiding the danger beneath,” he finished.

Xie Lian couldn’t breathe. A tingling started from that point in his palm that was slowly traveling through his entire body, chasing away the chill of the night and leaving him pleasantly warm.

San Lang gently placed the rose in his hand, ensuring the thorns wouldn’t break his skin, then released it. Xie Lian wanted to say something else, to learn more about him, anything to hear him speak more, to stay with him a little longer, but he was distracted by a shout behind him.

“Dianxia! There you are!” It was Feng Xin. “Your father has been looking for you, what are you doing out here?”

“Nothing, I was just…” Xie Lian glanced back to San Lang, only to discover that he was gone, vanished into the night. “...Looking at the flowers,” he landed on.

“Well hurry up and come back inside! You’re going to catch a cold out here!” Feng Xin fretted.

Xie Lian allowed himself to be dragged back inside, but his mind stayed on the rose in his hand, and the boy who had given it to him for the rest of the night.

white rose: young love, new beginnings, eternal loyalty

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Happy 35th :P

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Oh, here it is...✨️✨️

Here's my art for @tgcf-reverse-big-bang ! For this one I've been paired up with two amazing writers and eventually you'll be able to find the links to both fics in the reblogs for this post. I personally can't wait to read them!!

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✨️Added to my list of must reads...the artwork in chapter 1 is stunning too. go show this fic some love✨️

ask me again (so there may be a tomorrow)

chapter 2: cat and mouse

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cw- Gojo xfem!reader- nsfw-MDNI- Gojo whimpering is canon for reasons

There is nothing like hearing when Satoru Gojo- so big and strong - is whimpering in your ear.

He'll be fucking you so deep, you're soaking his length and gushing, crying out and trembling as you cling to him, and he's just whimpering so soft as he stuffs his cock inside you so deep. His tip is leaking pre cum against your cervix, hips rolling and grinding. Pelvis smacking against you with each thrust in your soppy little cunt, walls fluttering around him, gripping his cock as his tip drags on your spot.

"Hear... how wet you are f'me pretty? Hmm?" He huffs so sexy and husky, and you hear it, the sounds of your wetness squishing as he fucks you deeper into the bed.

"Hear you... whimpering for me, Toru." He pulls back with a glare, narrowing those blue eyes, and you giggle. "What, I love it- ah!"

Satoru Gojo bends you over and brings you to your knees, huge palm smacking your ass hard, you cry out, back arching as he shoves his cock back in, bruising your cervix so hard your hips buck. "Aha, don't try to run from me, c'mere talking all that shit."

"I like it when you do - f-fuck! too much!" You whine out, he's got your wrists bound behind your back, fucking you with hard, brutal thrusts, leaning over you and whispering in your ear.

Satoru's silky hair tickles your cheek when he's bending your arms back at the elbow, chuckling in your ear and tickling it as you whine pathetically, close to cumming. "Now who's whimpering?"

random hcs of my man

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A lovely HuaLian ficlet 🤗

@here4hualian kissmas day 7: a kiss after reuniting

Hua Cheng can tell the moment Xie Lian arrives in the Gambler’s Den. The noise swells, the crowds converge around him, cheering and greeting their leader’s beloved as he makes his way through, and he loves it.

He loves the way the city he built opens itself to his husband, loves the way Xie Lian cares about everyone in the city, loves the way they all care about him because he deserves it. Most of all, he loves the way he can watch the crowds part in a line that leads directly to him, how he sees Xie Lian’s face light up as he approaches.

A hand adorned with a red string parts the hazy red curtains around his chair and reaches out to Hua Cheng. He grabs it, and with a quick tug pulls Xie Lian in to sit on his lap. Xie Lian goes with the movement and ends up face to face with him, their noses nearly touching.

“Hi, Gege.”

“Hi, San Lang.” Xie Lian leans in and Hua Cheng feels his body shiver in anticipation, only to be disappointed as lips brush across the tip of his nose.

“Gege, you missed,” Hua Cheng complains.

“Did I?” Xie Lian asks, the picture of innocence. “I don’t think so.”

“But Gege,” Hua Cheng whines, “your poor husband has been so lonely without you today!” Hua Cheng loves the expression Xie Lian makes when they play this game, stern but with the hint of a smile peeking through that he can’t quite contain. He loves pushing, seeing just how long he can get his husband to maintain the facade before he gives in, how much Xie Lian will indulge him.

“Were you now?”

“Mhm.” Hua Cheng nods solemnly. “But it seems my Gege has been perfectly fine without this one, content with only a peck on the nose after our long day of separation.”

Xie Lian shakes his head. “What a cruel Gege you have. How will I ever make it up to you?”

“I may have an idea,” Hua Cheng says, and then their lips slot together. Hua Cheng could kiss Xie Lian a hundred, a thousand, a million times, and it would always feel like the first. His stomach flutters, and his chest feels so warm and fuzzy and full of love that he could burst with it.

Xie Lian pulls back first. He is smiling openly now and Hua Cheng falls in love all over again. “How was that?”

“It’s a start,” Hua Cheng says, prompting a loud burst of laughter and a flurry of kisses that continue well into the night.

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prequel to this iguess🤥

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happy birthday my bebe

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Happy Birthday to my hubby!! 😍🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉🍰💕💕💕

Throughout Heaven and Earth I alone am the Honored One. Happy Birthday, Gojo Satoru!

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This is too cuuuute

TGCF au where everything is the same except HC get's on XL's level like this whenever they talk