Had To Do A Little Tag Update For Some Upcoming Scenes. Also Made The Decison To Change The Rating From

Had to do a little Tag Update for some upcoming scenes. Also made the decison to change the rating from mature to explicit, so please keep this in mind as you continue to read :)

Chapter 3 is here, friends! It's longer than anticipated, it's just under 8k words 👀 so pls enjoy!

I'm, unfortunately, very sick with the flu rn so imma be in bed ready to read your thoughts 🖤

Happy Birthday Fafa!

oof just found out that Hua Cheng's birthday is June 10th???

Listen, I've been working on a little hualian smut situation since literally February. Should I maybe postpone working on my fengqing fic to finish it... Hmmmmm 👀👀👀 I think I might

Hello my friend! :)

What about #30, for the kiss prompt, since you are feeling sick?💜 (If you feel like it of course, no pressure!💜)

Thanks, Lucky (: I had a lot of fun with this one <3

#30 a kiss as comfort

It’s dumb and Mu Qing chastises himself for it, but there’s just something about a rainy day that makes him feel unbearably melancholic. 

He looks out the living room window and stares at the heavy clouds that loom above. They’re swollen with the promise of more rain, as if the onslaught of it for the past 36 hours wasn’t enough. For now, the city has been graced with at least a few dry moments while the clouds tirelessly debate on when to deliver the next downpour. Waiting and knowing more rain is inevitable just makes Mu Qing feel a bit hopeless.

The world outside is so horribly grey and it casts his and Feng Xin’s apartment in broody little shadows. Ah, and that’s something new. His and Feng Xin’s apartment. Mu Qing and Feng Xin are… together now. They live together. They eat meals together. They sleep in the same bed together (just sleep, because Mu Qing isn’t quite ready for more than that yet.) And, somehow, Mu Qing is okay. 

He’s not sure why, but some part of him was convinced that receiving even a sliver of the affection that he’d spent years yearning for would cause him to fall apart. But now he knows firsthand what it’s like to be held and cherished and accepted just for being himself, and he is, surprisingly, still whole. The clouds seem to have finally come to some sort of agreement because the rain begins to fall again, all at once. Mu Qing shivers and watches it come, rubbing his hands together to try to bleed some warmth back into himself. Looking at the sky as it is now always reminds Mu Qing of how truly small he is, in the grand scheme of things, and the weight of it settles over his heart like a cinder block.

He’s sad.

It’s a simple way to put it, but it’s ultimately what it boils down to. 

“Hey.”

Feng Xin’s morning voice is quiet and still a bit raspy from the last lingering tendrils of sleep. He leans up against the corner where the living room wall wraps into the hallway leading to their bedroom. Mu Qing glances at him from the corner of his eye, but doesn’t say anything. Feng Xin is looking at him with more fondness than Mu Qing knows what to do with. He turns his attention back to the window and watches the rain as it slicks the tiles of the neighboring roof and accumulates in the gutter that’s packed to the brim with rotting leaves.

Mu Qing doesn’t have to look at Feng Xin to know he’s being watched. He feels those eyes on him, hot like noon on a summer day, and it makes him feel weak.

He hears Feng Xin approach the couch and then he feels the dip of the other man’s weight pressing into the cushion beside him. “You doing okay, Qing-er?” “Mh,” Mu Qing hums, eyes still aimed at the window but not really focusing on anything in particular.

Each raindrop that tinks against the windowpane feels like a pebble being added to a jar in Mu Qing’s soul. He feels like he’s sinking. A familiar arm snakes its way around Mu Qing’s waist and he finds himself being pulled up against Feng Xin, his back pressed to Feng Xin’s front. Feng Xin is still warm from being in bed and something about his presence makes Mu Qing feel soft.

Feng Xin rests his chin on Mu Qing’s shoulder and wraps both his arms firmly around Mu Qing’s waist. He prods that sharp, freckled nose of his at the underside of Mu Qing’s jaw and then back further at the hollow behind his ear. 

“I’ve got you, love,” he whispers. And then his lips are pressed against Mu Qing’s temple in a kiss so full of love, Mu Qing isn’t sure how he manages to take it. He feels Feng Xin smile against him, like he’s easy to love, and a knot Mu Qing didn’t even know was there unravels from his stomach.

Mu Qing’s heart melts and melts and melts, sticky sweet like syrup, and he lets himself lean into Feng Xin’s touch like he might even deserve it.

And maybe the rain isn’t so heavy anymore.

As promised, here's an entirely way too long hualian smut fic dedicated to the birthday boy himself: Hua Cheng! <3

I went absolutely deranged crazy insane and worked on this for like 10 hours straight today. Hopefully there aren't too many glaring discrepancies, I started writing this in February (about 6k words of it are from then) and my writing style has kind of changed since then but I tried to make things blend together.