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Mu Qing regularly fantasizes about strangling Feng Xin with that stupid sales-rack tie of his that manages to look better than anything Mu Qing’s ever owned. He’s pretty sure Feng Xin harbors the same sentiment towards him.
Unfortunately, there’s a few other things that Mu Qing fantasies about that star his most annoying co-worker, and they only seem to get worse when Feng Xin starts being nice to him.
Nicholas Wolfwood is a man of infallible faith, according to his own words.
He is a man of the cloth, a man of virtue, a man whose darkened gaze and roguish looks have entrapped a congregation sizable for a backwater town just south of New Miami, a beacon of light in the one place on Gunsmoke where the sun never rises. The glitz and the neon of the city refuse to spill over to the place Wolfwood calls home, which works all the well, because it seems to need no help in attracting other strange things into town.
01 Aug 2022
Fei Du is injured, and decides to take rest his body at a place he knows will spark the irritation of a special someone who he loves to tease.
He tosses it towards Luo Wenzhou; the man’s capable hand snatches it out from mid-air. He squawks when he opens it and sees the small ingots inside.
“What’s this?” Luo Wenzhou frowns.
“For service,” Fei Du says as he reclines back against the cushions, his body one long, elegant line clad in dark blues and golds. The soft sash around his waist pinches the rich fabrics neatly, emphasizing his slender figure. Smoke from his pipe drifts hazily in front of him, and his ink-spill hair is artfully draped over one side of his shoulder. He leisurely opens his fan, purely to peer playfully at Luo Wenzhou, eyes turning into crescent moons.
“Service?” Luo Wenzhou repeats, and Fei Du nods.
“Mn,” he replies easily. “Yours.”
15 Jul 2022
It has been six months since Mo Ran has seen Chu Wanning. It has been on purpose. Once Chu Wanning had been promoted upwards in both position and office floor, Mo Ran made sure to give wide berth to the cold and unfeeling man who’s butted heads with him since he started at Sisheng.
This changes one night, when a friend puts forth a wager.
“Hm?” Mei Hanxue peers over, and his eyes go wide before an absolutely shit-eating smile crosses his face. He doesn’t even bother with an over-saccharine “Why not?” because he can already see Mo Ran’s hackles start to rise.
“No,” Mo Ran warns before Mei Hanxue can open his mouth, and Mei Hanxue gives him a positively feline look. “Do you want me to die?”
“For him, I’ll double what I said I’d give you,” Mei Hanxue says and Mo Ran raises an eyebrow. “What? If he says yes, it’d be one of mankind’s greatest accomplishments. Statues would be made in your honour.”
05 Mar 2022
Mo Ran doesn't usually make friends this way. But there's something inexplicable that draws him into a friendship with someone he meets online.
He doesn’t know what the other person looks like, but Mo Ran imagines someone lean and austere and somewhat like his extremely rigid and uptight manager at work. However, said manager at work has a face that has been clearly blessed by his ancestors, and haunts Mo Ran’s dreams at night despite Mo Ran’s best attempts. Mo Ran does his best not to transpose that face onto the character he’s built for Xia Sini, mostly because Xia Sini kind of already reminds him of his manager.
A manager that Mo Ran, for the better part of the past year, has had a huge crush on.