Dianxia Must Ensure That His Best Soldier Stays Flexible

Have a silly little doodle in relation to my previous post :D

What being Wu Ming-less does to a mf

That one scene from chapter 6 of my fic "To be is to be yours"

(To be is to be yours - Chapter 6 - IdeasLoading - 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]) - If you´re interested ;)

Felt silly, made a little something in relation to my tgcf fic "To be is to be yours" (Here´s the link if you´re interested)

This shows how XL would have reacted had Wu Ming shown him his face before...the incident

Fellas, the brainrot is at it again

Ok, so I started listening to the Magnus Archives and my hualian infested mind went: "Huh, I could make a semi-horror hualian one-shot inspired by the presentation of said podcast."

BUT I SHOULDN`T; I ALREADY HAVE TOO MANY UNFINISHED WIPS😭

boy trouble (a wulian micro-fic)

CW: The last sentence is suggestive!

Xie Lian isn´t sure when it started but at some point it has become the norm for Wu Ming to lick any small wound the former prince sustains.

"Spit" The ghost had said. "while not outright a cure or medicine does promote the healing of open wounds." He had explained that he had been told as much in the army when bandages had been short in supply and the young soldier wasn´t nearly important enough in rank to hope to get any more than the ones he already had around his head at the time.

A cut there, a tiny injury here. - Without fail the soldier would dutifully lick it, never once doing more than he had promised he´d do.

And for some reason...that bothers Xie Lian. He means: Come on! - One man licking another so regularly would always naturally lead to "more", right?! So why hadn´t Wu Ming done as much so far...?

Is the brunet not appealing enough? - So undesirable to the point that Wu Ming could taste his skin and not feel even an ounce of want?

He knows he´s not exactly...as kind and gentle, let alone sane for that matter, as he used to be but at the very least he is confident in his physical beauty!

So he decides to "test" Wu Ming: Xie Lian purposefully bites his tongue to the point that it slightly bleeds. He acts like it was an accident, like this is a bother worth complaining about.

When the ghost hears his Highness´s woes he instinctively gets ready to lick but after taking a step closer to the former god he suddenly freezes in place.

"T-this one can...ehm...go look for a village to steal salve from-" He stammers, trying to sound calm and collected.

"Come here right this instance, insolent ghost. - You have a job to do." The smaller man commands with an icy glare, his stature not making him any less imposing.

The other abides: He walks over to Xie Lian, hesitating as he slowly cups his god´s cheeks.

Getting impatient from the wrath´s hesitance, the brunet leans forward himself - kissing Wu Ming with tongue.

The former prince must admit to himself that he is neither knowledgeable nor skilled at the prospect of kissing and neither seems Wu Ming. Yet...Xie Lian finds the other endearing and his own flawed performance no obstacle at enjoying the moment.

When they part, the ghost momentarily chases after his lips, catching himself just barely. - Ah, so he does have desire!

Xie Lian lets out a wicked laugh. "Well, well, well, with how eager Wu Ming is he might just find the next cut on my length."

Bon Appetite

CW: suggestive TW: Blood (mentioned, not graphic) (specifically: period blood)

“Ghost, why do you smell so strongly of blood?” He asks as they wander an abandoned and overgrown path miles away from the nearest city.

It is not exactly uncommon for the soldier to smell of ichor, not with the path of destruction and death he has decided to follow by Xie Lian´s side.

Still, they have not had to fight anyone or anything recently, nor are any fluids stuck to their clothing after having the ghost wash them just yesterday in a river they passed by - so by all means Wu Ming should not reek of blood.

The soldier audibly sputters behind him, before covering up his embarrassing reaction with a fake cough.

“Well,…Your Highness, you see…” He starts hesitantly, clearly flustered.

Xie Lian stops in his tracks and so does the ghost by proxy. The brunet turns around and looks at his devotee. Even under the pressure of his gaze does the wrath not continue his explanation, instead nervously shifting from ne foot to the other.

The former god scowls behind his mask. “Answer. Now. My patience is running out.”

Wu Ming looks down at the dirt, expression hidden behind his own smiling mask. Nevertheless, he abides: “Your Highness,…This one must admit that…he´s on his period.”

…

The brunet stares at him. “You´re a man.” He says, and yet it´s a question.

The ghost nods. “I am, but I do not have the bits of one.”

So Wu Ming has a…

“…Does it hurt?” He asks, somewhat quietly. It´s not like the former prince would know – not having one himself nor ever having accepted any concubines he could have asked about such matters.

All he knows is that his mother would sometimes privately complain about pretty bad craps due to her menstrual cycle.

“This one can endure.” The soldier simply answers, confidant in his words.

The ghost is probably right: Having literally experienced a gruesome death, he must find this to be no real comparison but…

Xie Lian remembers his mother also saying she could fulfil her duties and go about her day despite the pain, only to end up clutching at her lower stomach, bend over the dinner table.

He remembers his father going up to her then and saying something about drawing her a warm bath.

His mother had thanked him, but had then quietly whispered that he should join her in the bath to “help her feel better”. Xie Lian is aware that he was not supposed to hear that and would have preferred staying ignorant as well.

Alas, at least this awkward memory had taught him one thing: Sexual acts can apparently sooth the pain of a period, at least temporarily.

…

Unlike his parents, he is not married to Wu Ming, so he has no duty to oblige. – In fact, the soldier had told him that it was fine.

…

…But Xie Lian really wants to.

The thought of helping his last follower through this by…Well, he can´t exactly penetrate him due to his cultivation path but it does not forbid him from…”assisting”.

…He feels hot; just like he did with the Land of the Tender.

He takes off his mask and looks sharply at the other, though he knows there´s probably a blush adorning his cheeks. “Sit down on the fallen tree stump over there.”

The ghost tilts up his head as an inquiry but when he receives no further details he simply follows the given instructions and sits down.

The brunet follows suit, but instead of sitting down beside him, he positions himself in between the wrath´s legs, pulling his thighs apart with one hand.

“Y-Your Highness?!”

“Quiet.” Xie Lian commands harshly. He could not bear being questioned right now when he himself isn´t to sure what he´s doing. – He´s only going off of what he knows from the stories of the soldiers back at the camps after all. – How shameful…

He tugs at the rim of the other´s pants, beginning to pull them down and says: “I´m going to eat you out.”

Bon Appetite, Your Highness.

similarities

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are out on a walk through the forest near Puqi village on a nice sunny day.

Somewhere along the line, the calamity spots a one-eyed fox, presumingly having lost the other one in a fight at some point, carrying a lone white flower in its mouth.

Following the animal´s movement a while longer, he can see that it´s bringing the bloom to its mate: a fellow fox who looks delighted at the gift that was just carefully lowered to the ground at their feet.

The ghost turns to his husband who is already watching him in turn with a small smile.

Quoting a character from a play he recently saw he states: “He just like me fr fr.”

A small female! HC sticker design inspired by those flower hualian dolls :D

Wu Ming´s ideal profession

(This man has killed people btw)