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[cheetahing]

fic meme fill for @orchisailsa for the prompt: Post-canon DFS being uncharacteristically sweet and trying to kiss LLH in the kitchen to distract him while FDB sneaks behind them to try to salvage whatever he's attempting to cook

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di feisheng waves smoke out of his face, frowning into lotus tower's kitchen. he doesn't know what exactly li lianhua is cooking up, but he doubts it's anything good. while his regular fare has improved, regaining his sense of taste has, if anything, made him more enthusiastic about his culinary experiments. di feisheng has even deigned to subject himself to some of them, mostly due to li lianhua's increasingly outrageous flirtations. while his indifferent mask and iron stomach are basically invincible, di feisheng can't say he's enjoyed the experience.

fang doubing, on the other hand, in the event of his visits, has neither of di feisheng's advantages and therefore is reduced to begging him for help. more often than not he plays along, simply because he enjoys having something to hold over fang doubing's head. today, fang doubing looks at him with pleading eyes and a series of hand gestures that make di feisheng scoff. still, he wades into the smoking kitchen and draws li lianhua away from the stove by the hips.

"xiangyi," he says, pulling li lianhua far enough away from whatever he's cooking to give fang doubing space to doctor it as he sees fit, "do you really have to go through so much trouble just because the brat is here?" fang doubing makes a face at him over li lianhua's shoulder, but di feisheng ignores him in favor of the bright smile beaming up at him from li lianhua's face.

"a'fei," he says, practically glowing, "i've told you before you don't need to be jealous of xiaobao. this is simply what a teacher should do for his student."

di feisheng purses his lips, mainly to keep from smiling. while he can't deny occasionally being possessive of li lianhua's time and attention, these little shows of jealousy are, more often than not, simply because they make li lianhua happy. "you've been cooking more every night he's been here," he says, because that's probably why fang doubing has reached the end of his endurance.

"his wife keeps him on a tight leash, he doesn't get to come that often," li lianhua says in his most reasonable tone, "i should spoil him when i can."

"are you sure that's what you're doing," di feisheng can't help asking, cognizant of the offended pause in fang doubing's frantic flailing at the stove even without looking at him directly.

"of course," li lianhua says, entirely sincere, "my shifu cooked for me every time i visited after i left yunyin mountain."

"ah," di feisheng says, because there's not much he can say to that.

"now stop distracting me," li lianhua says, starting to turn back toward the stove, "dinner will burn." well, that won't do.

"xiangyi," di feisheng repeats, and reels him back in to kiss. li lianhua relaxes into it after almost immediately, arms coming up to wrap around di feisheng's neck. he lets di feisheng's tongue nudge past his lips, sighing and tilting his head cooperatively, and for a moment they both indulge in the contact.

"what's gotten into you," li lianhua says, looking quite thoroughly kissed when di feisheng finally pulls back. behind him, fang doubing gives di feisheng a thumbs up as he scuttles out of the kitchen.

"nothing," di feisheng, letting his hands skim up and then down li liannhua's side before he reluctantly lets go. "can't i be affectionate?"

li lianhua laughs, presses another quick kiss to the corner of di feisheng's mouth, and turns back to the stove. he picks up the wooden spoon, tasting the contents of a steaming pot. "oh," he says, smiling, "not bad at all."

[ocmaker]

characters said this is my story and i get to choose the actions

[lilbeanz]

Some memes inspired by the events of:

✨️The Golden Snidget✨️

And of course, the ones made by @silence-between-seconds

And @unknownentry404

You absolute madlads, ily😂🫶

[haley-lana]

my muse is a fickle bitch with terrible timing, smh

[thechaoticfanartist]

Bad day cancelled I got a nice comment on my fic

[marsinout]

[rorywritesjunk]

me, writing my kid buggy fic, enjoying how the wife is so protective

also me, making a silly meme

[thenerdyindividual]

Guess what I created instead of writing my one shot

[sky-neverending]

Here we observe the writer in their natural habit, staring blankly at the document in front of them. they close said document, only to open it back up and stare at it for another ten minutes. watch them repeat this cycle 10 times before eventually getting distracted by something shiny off in the distance.

[sparklepocalypse]

*slams desk* FIRST PRINCE, 5

20 "we are each other's safe space" prompts #5: them rushing into your embrace after a long day

Oh, you mean something like this?

To say that Henry is exhausted is an egregious understatement. He's been running on fumes for days, trying to ensure that all their careful planning wouldn't be for naught. A guest murmurs their goodbyes, and Henry nods vaguely and politely smiles.

Alex catches Henry's gaze from across the room, giving him a warm smile, and Henry's heart flips. That smile has more impact on him than any smile ought to have the right to, even now. Ready? Alex mouths and Henry nods. Alex gestures toward the exit, and Henry begins to sidle toward it, sidestepping a few well-wishers along the way.

Today has been incredible, life-changing, and approximately a thousand hours long, and all Henry wants is to leave for his honeymoon with his husband. His husband, because he gets to have one of those. Because he'd found Alex, and once Alex had figured out Henry's habit of fleeing from his feelings, he'd simply decided to run faster and farther to catch up. Alex, who's loved him all these years. Alex, who as of this morning, wears three rings that Henry's given him.

Alex, who's somehow beaten him to the banquet hall's foyer, grinning broadly and fondly with his arms outstretched and ready to enfold Henry in an embrace the moment he's near.

So, Henry runs to him. After all, what else can he do when the love of his life is waiting?

[cheetahing]

i keep asking people for their dihua first kiss headcanons (feel free to tell me yours!) so i figured it was about time i wrote mine out. reminder that requests are open, so please don't be shy about sending some in.

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so, a'fei kisses him. it doesn't quite feel familiar but it doesn't feel wrong, and after a moment li lianhua parts his lips and reciprocates. it's a sweet, slow thing, exploratory and with a tiny hint of teeth. a'fei tries to chase it when li lianhua pulls away, but a firm hand on his chest stops him.

"ah," li lianhua sighs, regretful and faintly aggrieved, "no, no, that won't do at all."

"you liked it," a'fei says. "why not?"

"oh," li lianhua says, schooling himself into a somewhat proper posture and not the dreamy slump of the recently kissed, "you'll understand when you're older."

a'fei squints at him.

"there are a lot of reasons," li lianhua amends, aiming to sound prim and not quite succeeding. "you'll remember them someday."

"i don't think i'll care," a'fei says, and li lianhua smiles at that.

"well, that's for the you of then to decide, not the you of now."

*

"if you say so," a'fei says, doubtful, but doesn't try to stop li lianhua when he makes his escape toward the tower door.

"well," li lianhua says with the sly look he gets when he's sure he's got a winning hand, "it wouldn't be the first time di-mengzhu kissed me."

di feisheng's scowl is thunderous. "i wasn't myself," he says, "it doesn't count." it doesn't! a'fei had done a lot of things di feisheng wouldn't, and even if this, perhaps, was not one of them, it doesn't count.

"don't deny it, you'll wound my maiden heart," li lianhua says with an exaggerated swoon.

"did you like it that much," di feisheng says, frown deepening. li lianhua had quite liked it, hadn't he. di feisheng feels vaguely wronged, as if something has been taken from him.

"why, lao di," li lianhua says, sounding positively delighted, "are you jealous? of yourself?"

"preposterous." di feisheng crosses his arms. he is a man who simply takes what he wants; he does not get jealous! especially not of some other version of himself taking initiative that he hasn't.

"you are, aren't you," li lianhua says, nearly glowing in the moonlight. it's a terribly good look on him.

"they'll find us if you get any louder," di feisheng says, deflection as threatening as he can make it sound. li lianhua makes a show of covering his mouth as he laughs.

"come now, lao di," he says, crossing over to di feisheng's side of the table. "it's a fairly easy problem to solve, isn't it?"

di feisheng glares at him. li lianhua doesn't seem to notice, easing himself down onto the bench and twining his arms around di feisheng's neck. "isn't it?" li lianhua repeats, smiling up into his face.

it's awfully unfair of him, some beleaguered corner of di feisheng's mind notes, but they're kissing before he can finish the thought. his hands come up to anchor themselves on li lianhua's too-thin waist, squeezing possessively. it's less gentle this time, more teeth and more tongue, the edge of frustration making him impatient. li lianhua nips back gamely, and it isn't long before they settle into a rhythm of give and take, retreating and pursuing.

di feisheng drags li lianhua's lower lip out between his teeth as he pulls away, surveying li lianhua's blown pupils and flushed face with an air of proprietary triumph. he brings one hand up to cup li lianhua's face and trace his spit-shiny lips with his thumb.

"that," he says, "is our first kiss."

[theaceofarrows]

[pennywaltzy]

Fic Line Guessing Game

A -- go to my AO3/FF.net/Wattpad and pick out a line or three from one of my stories. Must be a full line, please -- no sentence fragments or speech tags or other such nonsense. B -- I will respond with which story of mine I think it's from. C -- A drabble (type-thing) to anyone who stumps me.

[haley-lana]

[outtoshatter]

Here's a spoilers out of context meme for my @sterekunhinged fic! :D

if you know what this means i am sorry c: but not that sorry.

[marsinout]

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