Gifts for constitutiondumpstat
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ochre by Pettecal72 for constitutiondumpstat
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
16 Dec 2023
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He tells Xiao Xingchen about it—how they split the bounty. They’re making dinner: tofu, gai lan, white rice.
By the sink, Xiao Xingchen goes still. Then, he smiles. He works a damp hand through the air. It lands on Song Lan’s chest.
Song Lan does not come that night.
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desperate measures by madsabouthugh for constitutiondumpstat
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
02 Apr 2023
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No way Xue Yang would be able to reach his food. Several times he made an attempt, jumping from the counter, the fridge, reaching as far as he could to paw at the door.
Always out of reach. It wasn't even close.
As much as Xue Yang missed him, he cursed Xiao Xingchen silently for doing such a competent job. For domesticating him so well. The thought burned and stewed in his mind until he couldn't look up at the door anymore.
It was useless to attempt to escape anyway. By experience, he knew. Xue Yang was far too weak to try.
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Remains by Zaatar for constitutiondumpstat
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
15 Dec 2022
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Song Lan finds Xiao Xingchen both much sooner and far too late. Xiao Xingchen is not alone. (AKA: Xue Yang haunts Xiao Xingchen quite literally and extremely enthusiastically)
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aching comes from every touch by madsabouthugh for constitutiondumpstat
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
05 Sep 2022
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Song Lan's fingers quivered. There was a tremble in his lungs, shuddering through every breath. He stopped to rest, hands coming down on either side of Xiao Xingchen on the desk. Careful not to touch. The rough brush of Song Lan's pants scraped against the backs of Xiao Xingchen's legs, and he bit his lip against an involuntary rumble in his chest.
"Ten more strikes, then one more break. Then ten more." Xiao Xingchen stretched his arms out to grasp the far edge of the desk, bracing himself. "Then, we'll see. Depends on how hard you hit me. I don't want to be able to sit down tomorrow, Zichen."
He laid his cheek down. "Go," he said.