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commission for @agapaic. much love, bethan!

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Possessive Tendencies

In a room full of sharks, Mo Guanshan makes one thing clear. He Tian isn't up for negotiation. corporate au fic, short one-shot. nsfw

The ballroom of the Grand Victoria Hotel glittered like a gilded cage, its vaulted ceilings dripping with crystal chandeliers that scattered light across the sea of bespoke suits and champagne flutes. Diplomats and Fortune 500 sharks circled one another with practiced smiles, their laughter a symphony of hollow currency—all sharp edges and softer agendas. But none of them mattered. Not when He Tian held court at the center of it all, leaning against the marble pillar with a tumbler of bourbon in hand, his laughter a low, velvet rumble that drew eyes like moths to a pyre.

Guan Shan watched from the shadow of the bar, his own glass of mineral water sweating in his grip. Of course. He’d warned him. Keep your fucking head down. No theatrics. No trouble. But He Tian had never met a spotlight he wouldn’t devour. Now, a Swiss investor hung on his every word, her manicured nails brushing his forearm, while an Italian tech magnate leaned in close, murmuring something that made He Tian’s smirk sharpen.

Unbelievable.

Guan Shan’s jaw tightened as he set his glass down. Time to collect what was his.

He Tian’s voice carried over the din, smooth and dangerous. “—counteroffer of fifteen percent equity, but only if you’re willing to bleed for it.” The Swiss woman laughed, too bright, too eager, her gaze lingering on the open collar of his shirt.

Guan Shan closed the distance in six strides, his oxfords silent against the Persian rug. He didn’t bother with preamble.

His hand landed on He Tian’s ass, fingers digging into the muscle beneath the tailored wool with a possessiveness that left fingerprints.

The room didn’t freeze. Didn’t gasp. But the air shifted—a ripple of raised brows, stifled coughs, the Italian’s glass pausing halfway to his lips.

He Tian’s sentence faltered. Just once. Just enough.

“Apologies,” Guan Shan said, tone flat as he squeezed harder, thumb brushing the inner curve in a silent threat. “My partner’s prone to wandering. Occupational hazard.”

The Swiss woman blinked. “Partner?”

He Tian recovered faster, his chuckle a warm blade. “In every sense of the word.” He leaned back into Guan Shan’s touch, unrepentant. “Mo Guan Shan. Ruthless negotiator. Terrible drinker. Excellent grip.”

Guan Shan’s glare could’ve iced the bourbon in He Tian’s glass. “We’re leaving.”

“Leaving?” He Tian swirled his drink, feigning innocence. “But Signore Ricci was just explaining how badly he wants my algorithm.”

“And I’m explaining how badly I’ll break your legs if you make me repeat myself.”

The Italian cleared his throat. “Perhaps we’ll… reconvene after the keynote?”

“Doubt it.” Guan Shan steered He Tian toward the nearest exit, hand still anchored to his ass, fingers flexing in warning with every step.

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The hallway outside was a crypt compared to the ballroom’s fever, its walls lined with oil portraits of dead tycoons smirking down at them. He Tian waited until the door swung shut before shoving Guan Shan against a pillar, his composure cracking to reveal the feral grin beneath. “Jealous, xiānsheng?”

Guan Shan grabbed his tie, yanking him close. “You were showboating.”

“Networking.”

“Flirting.”

“Schmoozing.” He Tian’s knee slid between Guan Shan’s thighs. “Same thing you did with that French banker last week.”

“I hate the French.”

“You let him touch your cufflinks.”

“He was drunk.”

“And you’re jealous.” He Tian nipped his jaw. “Admit it.”

Guan Shan spun them, reversing their positions with a snarl. “You’re a liability. Prance around like a peacock, and someone’s gonna pluck you.”

“Pluck me?” He Tian’s laugh was a dark thrill. “You just groped me in front of NATO’s investment wing. Who’s the liability now?”

Guan Shan’s palm slid higher, beneath He Tian’s jacket, fingers splaying over the small of his back. “They’ll remember who you belong to. That’s the point.”

“Belong?” He Tian arched into the touch, voice dropping to a purr. “Careful. You’ll make me blush.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re hard.” He Tian rocked his hips forward, confirming it. “All that… claiming. Really got you going, huh?”

Guan Shan’s grip turned punishing. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

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The kiss was a collision—liquor and spite and the lingering sugar of petit fours. Guan Shan bit He Tian’s lip, tasting blood and victory as he backed him into a shadowed alcove, shielded by velvet drapes. He Tian’s hands were everywhere, tearing at Guan Shan’s belt, shoving his shirt open, mouth trailing down his throat like he meant to brand him.

“Here?” Guan Shan hissed, even as he palmed He Tian through his slacks. “You’ve got no self-control.”

“Says the man who marked me like a fucking cave painting.” He Tian unbuckled his own belt, teeth grazing Guan Shan’s earlobe. “They’re probably still out there placing bets on whether you’ll drag me to the bathroom or the balcony.”

“Balcony’s closed.”

He Tian’s laugh was cut short as Guan Shan spun him to face the wall, hands braced against the gilded trim. “Fuck—!”

Guan Shan kicked his legs wider, the drapery swallowing their rasping breaths. “Should’ve stayed quiet.”

“Should’ve—” He Tian’s words dissolved into a groan as Guan Shan yanked his slacks down, fingers slick with the hotel-provided lotion from his pocket. “Christ—you just carry that around?”

“You’re predictable.” Guan Shan worked him open fast, ruthless, his free hand muffling He Tian’s curses. “Knew you’d need it.”

“Arrogant—ah!—bastard—”

Guan Shan silenced him with a thrust, sheathing himself in one motion. The sound He Tian made was half-snarl, half-sob, his forehead knocking against the wallpaper. “Slow—!”

“You had your spotlight.” Guan Shan set a brutal pace, the alcove trembling with each snap of his hips. “Now take your punishment.”

———

It was over quickly—too much adrenaline, too much spite. He Tian came first, teeth sunk into his own forearm to stifle his cries, body bowing backward as Guan Shan gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. Guan Shan followed, burying his face in He Tian’s shoulder to muffle his groan, the world narrowing to heat and pulse and the acid-sweet tang of triumph.

They slumped against the wall afterward, He Tian’s laughter a shaky thing. “You realize… we’ll be front-page news tomorrow.”

Guan Shan straightened his tie, fingers steady despite the sweat at his temples. “Rumors die.”

“Not when the CFO of Liang International gets bent over a wall.”

“You’ll spin it.” Guan Shan handed him a handkerchief. “Tell them I threatened your shares.”

He Tian’s grin was pure sin. “Or that I let you.”

Guan Shan paused, studying him—the rumpled hair, the smeared mouth, the bite marks peeking above his collar. “You did, didn’t you?”

He Tian leaned in, breath hot against his ear. “I always get what I want.”

Guan Shan shoved him toward the exit. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re mine.” He Tian caught his wrist, thumb brushing the racing pulse beneath. “Now buy me a drink. I’m parched.”

———

The ballroom door swung open. A hundred eyes snapped to them—to He Tian’s disheveled elegance, to Guan Shan’s iron composure, to the shared flush neither could fully hide.

Guan Shan’s hand found He Tian’s ass again, lighter now, a reminder.

He Tian raised his glass to the crowd, a toast and a challenge.

Game on.

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The Report Card Disaster

Sports? Flawless.

Academics? A fucking nightmare.

Mo and He Tian got the first taste of hell when Jiang Wei brought home his first real report card at seven.

Jiang Wei, happily handing it over, unbothered: “Here, Baba!”

Mo, reading:

- Physical Education: A+++ (Obviously.)

- Art: A (Somehow.)

- Math: C (Suspicious.)

- Science: D (Alarming.)

- History: F (Oh, for fuck’s sake.)

- Writing: F (OH, FOR FUCK’S SAKE.)

Mo looked up, dead-eyed.

He Tian was already laughing.

Mo slammed the report down.

“Jiang Wei.”

Jiang Wei blinked up at him, innocent as hell.

Mo inhaled deeply.

“Why the did you get an F in history and writing?”

Jiang Wei, completely unfazed: “Because it’s boring.”

Mo, eye twitching: “It’s important.”

Jiang Wei shrugged. “But I don’t like it.”

Mo rubbed his temples. “You don’t have to like it. You just have to do it.”

Jiang Wei, thoughtful: “I mean… do I?”

Mo slammed his hands on the table.

“YES, YOU DO.”

Jiang Wei yelped.

He Tian wheeze-laughed in the background.

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Homework Time is a Nightmare

Jiang Wei could not sit still.

Trying to make him write a full sentence?

Like trying to leash a tornado.

Mo tried everything.

Bribes. Threats. Timer apps.

Nothing worked.

The only thing that remotely worked?

Trapping him.

One night, Jiang Wei was being particularly impossible.

Would not stop fidgeting.

Mo was at his limit.

So he yanked him into his lap, wrapped both arms around him, and held him still.

“You’re not moving until you finish this sentence.”

Jiang Wei whined.

He Tian, from the couch, recording: “This is child abuse.”

Mo flipped him off.

Jiang Wei eventually wrote the sentence.

It took thirty minutes.

Mo almost had a stroke.

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Tianshan sketch

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I finished watching Buddy Daddies and despite initial skepticism I loved this series. They are a splendid example of a found family and a queer family. Rei is my favorite, a spirit guide! And Kazuki is totally love! I loved everything! 💖

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Made a redraw just for fun. Kinda hate it but at least it was fun to make.

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they think they're being subtle 🤭

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Just a couple of good lookin BFFs

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Omg you guys I just got an idea for a story… hear me out.

So in the last fight chapter when She Li had that bar to He Tian’s neck & after Mo hit him he turned and almost stabbed the metal pole through him, WHAT IF He Tian was on the verge of passing out bc of being choked so aggressive and what if Mo DID get stabbed by that pole and the last thing He Tian sees before passing out is that, and WHAT IF He Cheng pulls the same shit on he tian he pulled with his dog? Like parallels. He tian wakes up only to be told by his brother that Mo didn’t make it, then years later He Tian finds out Mo didn’t die his brother lied to “teach him a lesson” again and it’s his new mission in life to get him back. Obviously I’d be writing He Cheng out of character cos I don’t think he’d ever do that to his brother knowing how he feels about Mo Guanshan.

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what are they talking about? wrong answers only

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Long haired He Tian AU. 'Cause I didn't know I needed to draw him with long hair until doing it.

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*puts off doing professional illustration work to draw tianshan*

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some 19 days fanart

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Feeling down

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Everything will be okay ♡

redraw~ (try my best 'cause it will be merch (◕‿◕)