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secretly shipped these two… sorry binghe

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when liu qingge wakes early for his morning exercises, he doesn't get up right away. instead, he takes a moment to lie there and silently observe the person beside him.

shen qingqiu, of course, is still fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm, hair spread haphazardly over the pillows, a faint line of drool at the corner of his mouth. and liu qingge just watches, heart full at the simple fact that his beloved is here—alive, alive, alive—in his bed, in his arms, in his life.

he leans over, kisses shen qingqiu’s forehead, slow and careful, then slips out of bed, making sure to tuck the blanket snugly around shen qingqiu. and then liu qingge’s gone, off to train, the morning quiet and soft around him, a small smile still lingering on his lips.

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They are literally father and son trust 🙏

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Got Dropped In a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Chapter 86

It's difficult to ascertain what's happening in those 4 throwaway lines due to the extent of Kim Soleum's corruption, but considering his non-reaction to Braun steadily manifesting more outside the doll, this is how I chose to interpret the aromatherapy massage

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Reading your liushen post makes me giggling, screaming to the sky, and really happy. Keep it up ＼(^o^)／

AWWWW thank you!! 😭😭💙💚 i’m so glad u enjoy my silly liushen drabbles 🙈

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liu qingge doing his morning push-ups with shen qingqiu lying on his back ranting about the crappily written romance novella he just read

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i’ve shipped liushen so hard for so long that sometimes i forget it’s not even a canon ship like 😀

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shen qingqiu shyly calls liu qingge “shixiong” and liu qingge just about dies

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sqq taunts lqg into arm wrestling him, and whoever wins gets to make the loser do whatever they say. but sqq is pushing with all his might and lqg is just. not. budging. at all. not even a single cm of movement.

sqq’s now practically on the table, leaning his entire body weight against lqg’s muscular, absurdly sculpted, god-like arm, and honestly it’s getting ridiculous (but it’s also kind of hot, sue him!).

meanwhile, lqg is just watching him calmly, barely reacting, but the corners of his mouth are slightly curved as he watches sqq struggle (and fail).

at the end, despite sqq’s increasingly dramatic appeals (“qingge, please…have mercy”), lqg does not let him win. sqq loses, and as punishment, he has to run laps with lqg in the morning.

except, well, that doesn’t end up happening either.

because when lqg tries to wake him up, sqq barely cracks one eye open, saying in a hoarse, deliberately ruined voice, “mhmm…qingge pushed this husband to his limits last night...spare me...”

and lqg freezes, his face turning a bright red. he ends up sitting beside the bed, gently rubbing at sqq’s lower back while sqq hums contently.

(ofc lqg knows sqq is acting coy. but when faced with that voice, that disheveled look early in the morning….

he really can’t help but give in.)

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shion’s favorite place is nezumi’s bunker, but his absolute favorite place is on nezumi’s lap

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You can see his thoughts.

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I'm being delusional

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sitting under the shade of the willow tree, sqq loves nothing more than to watch lqg practice.

and lqg is a sight to behold—in the way he maneuvers his sword and controls his body, in the way he twists and turns in perfect rhythm with cheng luan, as though the blade is simply an extension of himself. it’s powerful, elegant. attractive.

sqq tilts his head, watching as lqg pauses to swipe a forearm across his brow, bicep flexing with the motion. beads of sweat trail along the sharp line of his jaw, slip along his toned, firm chest.

handsome. unfairly so.

lqg’s just about to resume when a sharp wolf whistle cuts through the air. he pauses, expression unchanged, and glances to the side. and of course there sits sqq, a fluttering fan lifted coyly before his mouth, eyes curved like crescents, glinting with open amusement.

…..he looks rather pleased with himself.

utterly shameless, this husband of his.

lqg raises an eyebrow and then, almost lazily, lifts his arm and flexes. just a little. barely anything, really. his mouth twitches, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners.

and the effect is immediate bc sqq’s eyes light up even more, shoulders now trembling as he lets out a peal of laughter.

a sudden rush of wind, a blur of motion, and lqg is there in front of him. before he can so much as shout, sqq’s swept clean off the ground, lifted into a bridal carry with ease, one strong arm snug around his back, the other tucked beneath his knees.

“qingge!!” sqq gasps, breathless, as he instinctively loops his arms around lqg’s neck.

“hm?” lqg hums, tightening his hold. his grip is steady, cradling sqq close to his chest. “a-yuan has nothing better to do with his afternoon?” lqg murmurs, voice low and amused, threaded with affection as he looks down at sqq’s face.

sqq just laughs again, delighted, pressing his palm to lqg’s cheek.

“does this one need permission to admire his husband?”

lqg falters—just for a second—a faint flush blooming across his cheeks before he bends down to kiss sqq’s forehead, his lips lingering for a moment, then leans in to rest his forehead softly against sqq’s.

“….you can,” lqg says, his voice quiet, in a tone reserved just for sqq. “as long as it’s you, look all you like.” lqg slides a hand up to sqq’s jaw, brushing his thumb against the corner of his mouth. “but i’ve always thought a-yuan was the one most worth looking at.”

?!!?!

stunned, sqq’s eyes widen, a small, startled breath escaping him before he looks away, trying (and failing) to hide the blush spreading across his skin. a face saying lines like that should be illegal, instant KO, no chance of surviving that kind of attack!

so sqq does the only reasonable thing: he kisses him.

he leans in and kisses lqg firmly on the mouth, and he feels lqg laugh against his lips (infuriating) but then those lips press back with even more ferocity, and it’s wet and warm and lovely and right.

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someone on twitter asked who in danmei would have a tramp stamp and yin hanjiang was my answer. So. modern dvawtk au with this concept

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sometimes i think about how wre and yws are somehow similar yet completely different, so here’s the blorbos in donghua yanshen’s outfits