#junmei

[ionshi-teiru]

the touch of god

[sonialiao]

last one for now, I was hoping to get 4 posters done total for AB but I've got work to do so the final one is on the shelf until I get more free time 😩

also this one was cute in my head but jeSUS MY HAND IS DEAD why did I decide to draw a show where everyone's wearing 4+ robes 🙃

[oshikasa]

what the hell, guoshi

[therigeling]

old men affections🙏

[foxyjoy-art]

Now go put it back where you found it

[mooncakebun]

Very quick very self indulgent #junmei sketchy after work cuz lately I’ve been having a lot of feelings for them 🥲

I just wanted to see young Crown Prince of Wuyong getting comforted by MNQ after the fall of the Kingdom… I apologize it truly is self-indulgent but just had this picture in my mind and wanted to get it out… 🥲

[roremy]

[raeneism]

Trying to figure out why i get so attached and feel so much because of fictional characters and situations to the point it’s genuinely overwhelming so i searched it up and. No. you don’t understand I do not imagine myself being friends with characters or being in a relationship with them or merely existing in that world i think about them and their relationships and their gut wrenching world ending trauma obsessively to the point it is unbearable. to the point it is PAINFUL. i don’t want to be them, I don’t WANT them, i simply need to comfort them in a way that is not humanly possible and it pains me i cannot cope with it

[lunarxxxky]

Mei Nianqing with a big book i dont know 😭

[reibub]

junmei doodle

[guoshii]

ꈍ﹒ ‘Your Highness...excuse my bluntness, but why do you care what they think?’

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[kaorinatsumikana]

Простити, но я должен был :'3

Я не до конца проникся ещё Цзюнь У, но... Но мой милейший друг - да)

[crimsonrainseekingflower]

The days blend together beneath Mount Tonglu. Time stretches and bends, one day feeling like a week feeling like a shichen feeling like a year. Nothing changes. Aside from Mei Nianqing’s daily visits, there is only Jun Wu in the dark with his thoughts.

Which is why he notices immediately when something changes.

He does not often sleep, preferring meditation, but he will sometimes slip into unconsciousness without realizing. Only after having jolted awake, reaching fruitlessly for a sword he no longer has, will he remember where he is and why he’s alone. It’s familiar. He’s used to it.

It’s different today. He struggles into wakefulness, eyes refusing to open despite how he wills them to. And he is no stranger to pain—the faces of his old vassals act up often enough, making his head ache and jaw pound—but this is something else entirely. He feels weak. And he can barely breathe through his nose and his blood seems to be boiling. Eyes still closed, he pulls at his collar in an attempt to bare some skin. It’s too hot, he’s too—

“Hold on,” Mei Nianqing says. Cool hands cover his, clinically pushing them aside to help remove heavier-than-usual robes. “There we go. Is that better?”

Jun Wu cracks sore eyes open. “Tell me if I’m dying.”

“No, Your Highness.” Mei Nianqing smiles, patting Jun Wu’s arm. “You have a cold.”

“That’s impossible.” Talking hurts. It’s as if the inside of his throat has been covered in shards of glass. “I have not been sick since—”

“Two thousand years, give or take. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Your Highness. With your spiritual powers sealed, it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

Jun Wu can’t believe this. It can’t be a mere common illness that causes such suffering. It must be more serious. He pushes up onto his elbows; a sudden wave of vertigo nearly sends him crashing back to the bamboo mat below. His stomach clenches but will not be sick. Besides, he practices inedia. There’s nothing to throw up.

Mei Nianqing clicks his tongue, pushing Jun Wu to lie back down. “Your Highness, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I need to…” Jun Wu tries to clear his throat. Bad idea. “...figure out who cursed me.”

“Nobody has cursed you.”

Jun Wu finds this highly unlikely.

Mei Nianqing reaches for a nearby bowl of water. Jun Wu grabs it. Or he tries to. He thinks about it. His limbs don’t want to respond to his desires. Mei Nianqing takes pity on him and holds the bowl to his cracked lips, tilting a trickle of bitter liquid into his dry mouth. Jun Wu leans away, suspicion clouding his mind.

“Refusing to take your medicine at this age?” Mei Nianqing sighs. “Your Highness, I ground the herbs myself. There is nothing in this mixture that will do you harm.”

Mei Nianqing knows him well. But Jun Wu’s doubts are not assuaged. “You drink it, then.”

“Fine. If that’s what it takes.” Mei Nianqing takes a sip and, holding the medicinal liquid in his mouth, leans down to kiss Jun Wu. Lips part, a reflex, and that awful bitterness coats Jun Wu’s tongue.

He swallows, unable to spit it out.

“There.” Mei Nianqing pulls back, one hand splayed on Jun Wu’s bare chest. His thumb rubs light circles against heated skin. “Was that so difficult?”

Jun Wu holds back the urge to cough. Giving Mei Nianqing a wan look, he asks, “Are you not worried I’m contagious?”

“Not at all.” Mei Nianqing sets the bowl aside in favor of fetching a damp cloth. He blots at Jun Wu’s face, carefully avoiding the remains of their old friends. “Besides, I am far too healthy. Your Highness, how many times have I told you about—”

“Do not mention your special tea.”

“It’s a good blend! I harvest the leaves myself. Two cups a day will keep you strong and in perfect health.”

Jun Wu flicks his eyes up, too tired to manage a full roll. What Mei Nianqing neglects to mention is that, healthy or not, the tea tastes absolutely disgusting. He is already trapped beneath a mountain, cursed shackle binding his powers. Why should he add more to this divine punishment?

“Rest.” Mei Nianqing folds the cloth and drapes it across Jun Wu’s forehead. “I will go brew us a pot.”

Jun Wu grasps his wrist. It takes no effort at all for Mei Nianqing to pull away from Jun Wu’s grip, taking his hand instead. How embarrassing. To be so weak. He hates this. And even more than his physical weakness, he hates how his heart stutters at the idea of being left alone in this state.

“Your Highness…”

“Don’t leave,” Jun Wu says. A quiet order.

Mei Nianqing squeezes his hand gently. “I will be right back.”

Jun Wu grits his teeth, the headache and the fever feel too much like when his vassals act up. For all he knows, they might be contributing to the pain. He can’t exactly see them.

Mei Nianqing looks at him for a long moment, expression softening. His free hand slides up to stroke Jun Wu’s hair. It unearths ancient memories. Those same hands, sliding through a forgotten crown prince’s damp hair, coaxing him with sweets to get him to swallow spoonfuls of medicine.

“Later,” Jun Wu nearly whispers, voice hoarse, “I will drink your terrible tea.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I will.”

Mei Nianqing considers this, a soft smile rising. “Then I suppose I can stay until you fall asleep.”

Good. The exhaustion of illness may be pervasive but Jun Wu is stubborn, and he has difficulty sleeping on a good day. “That may take a while.”

“I know.” Mei Nianqing presses a chaste kiss to Jun Wu’s temple, just shy of the compress. “Rest, Your Highness. I will not go anywhere.”

“Until I fall asleep.”

Mei Nianqing shakes his head. “Not even then. Everything else can wait.”

Jun Wu’s doubt is no small thing but he pushes it aside, looking up through tired eyes at the one man who has chosen to stay.

[also on ao3!]

[oshikasa]

crown prince and his most devoted follower ✨

oh.. the insanity .. i absolutely love this trio of duos. their dynamics are all different and unique but they’re all fascinating

[therigeling]

i can’t stop looking at this

[fun-mxtx-polls]

(not which one do you want to be canon. Which one has the most material and subtext for it to potentially be canon?)