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"Fei Du’s head bent, and Luo Wenzhou heard the slide of fangs; imagined them protruding from the vampire’s gumline.
Inadvertently, Luo Wenzhou's breath caught and suspended — not because he was scared; vampires didn't scare him one bit. But because the damn vampiric bastard was way too close, the scent of his Mu Xiang cologne overpowering, flooding Luo Wenzhou's senses."
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He all but tackled Yin Yu, throwing his arms around Yin Yu, practically bowling him over.
“Shixiong, you came back!”
He nuzzled Yin Yu’s neck, his beaming mouth a miniature sun, his joy incandescent, spilling from his heart and flooding the room like the rays of the sun.
And in the weight of such radiant joy, such incurable love, what was Yin Yu to do?
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The scent of incense floods his every sense, and he can't breathe; his lungs don’t quite seem to be able to do their job properly around Sheng Lingyuan, can't quite seem to get enough air, to get enough of Sheng Lingyuan.
category: books with romances where they want to crawl into each other's skin
disclaimer: there will be quotes to showcase the writing/relationships and their insanity
hazelthorn by cg drews
literally just finished this, inspired this list. botanical horror with a little enemies to lovers (kinda)
quotes:
"God was stronger than me when he made Adam and didn’t fall in love with him.”
“He would core him like a pear and throw away the soft, rotted skin until he saw him as he really is: horrible and beautiful and real.”
“He is Icarus with wings of swan feathers, who chose to fly into the sun because it looked like a pretty boy.”
“There is nothing else to me but the hollow spaces I've carved out for you. I knew I'd cut myself to pieces on you if we ever had the chance to touch, but I wanted to. Let me ruin myself on you.”
icarus by k ancrum
absolutely love this one, about a teenager secretly visiting his neighbor and art thievery, not as intense as some of the others
quotes:
“I was yours before we even met and I’ll be yours until we die.”
“I was made for you; I was born for you, and you’re still standing before me acting like you’re not worthy.”
“Meeting him feels like learning about a part of myself that I haven’t been allowed to understand until now.”
“He wondered at the picture they made. Icarus dark and small, in the water, head tilted back in devout wonder. Helios, red like the sun, gold in the light, standing above him.”
these violent delights by Micah nemerever
oh my God. THE queer dark academia novel. super unhealthy and toxic but so good
quotes:
“He couldn’t stand to look at the truth, even now. All they were—all they had ever been—was a pair of sunflowers who each believed the other was the sun.”
“He remembered the way love had burned through him like a flame under glass, grasping outward, devouring what air it had left before it choked.”
“They wanted each other in the way of flesh wanting to knit itself together over a wound.”
a series of rooms by aj barlowe
not as intense, rlly sad and check tw
quote:
“For weeks, they had been climbing higher and higher, every accidental brush of skin, every smile, every laugh, every secret bolstering the wind beneath their wax wings until they had flown too close to the sun. The view from the ground was unforgiving.”
don't let the forest in by cg drews
body horror with oblivious artist and pining writer, best friends to lovers
quotes:
“You could cut me open and devour everything that I am. I would let you, I'd ask you to. But I have no idea what it means to you. What I mean to you.”
"They'd be forever together, rib against rib, fused in gore and bone and adoration.”
“He needed Thomas, needed their lungs sewn inside each other so he could remember how to breathe. He needed to take words from Thomas's mouth and put them in his own so he had something to say.”
The way C.G Drews writes romance is insane. “Oh what if we cuddled, what if we kissed” what if we ripped open our chests and crawled inside one another. What if we bite into each other’s limbs and held each other’s bones in our teeth. What if you cut me open and rip out my heart but it’s ok we can live with only one heart between us.
Sorry sorry I’m still thinking about Laurie not even falling in love with Evander but creating him, begging for him to exist, with the sole intention of loving him and then physically digging him out of the very ground he bled into. How he says “God was stronger than me when he made Adam and didn’t fall in love with him.” How he would have given Evander anything if he’d only asked and how Evander was never allowed to ask for anything. Neither of them can recognize a love that doesn’t hurt until they find it in each other
And then also how Laurie also just. Watches Evander gorge himself on potting soil and anything else he can conceivably put in his mouth and then finds out Evander also ate the pictures he snuck him when he was locked away. And he is so delighted by Evander. Like yes look at his little eldritch freak of a boyfriend. He’s going to spend the rest of his life with him
Sometimes I lock in and try something new. I have no art training, no animation experience. Made in under two days in CSP, everything by hand and without a plan lmao, so please be understanding
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Luo Wenzhou was a mere mortal, just a single spark of light in the endless, eternal night that awaited Fei Du, stretching on like a winding river of shadows of which no end was in sight.
He was a mere spark in the endless night that consumed Fei Du, so why was this spark so hard to leave? Why was it so hard for Fei Du to tear himself away?
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None of these people even knew Xie Lian as well as Feng Xin did. They didn't know that he wasn't the biggest fan of candy chocolates (too sticky), nor that he liked flowers but not red roses (he liked the small ones) — nor did they know that Xie Lian was simply too busy to read corny love letters from people whom he didn't even know —
Ugh, Feng Xin was going to show them all by getting Xie Lian a much better gift.
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Xie Lian sighs. He keeps a calm expression on his face, for it will not do for the crown prince to show displeasure openly. But inside, frustration is like a disquiet river undulating in his gut.
Each day, his father sits on that throne, focusing only on strategies to increase the kingdom’s standing and involving himself in inane political feuds among the nobles, while all around the kingdom, all around the universe, mortals and beings alike are living in misery.
Xie Lian has spent copious amounts of time and energy trying to convince his father to send help to them, or to allow Xie Lian himself to go, but each time, his father’s answer was an emphatic no.
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(doing this late bc i missed many weeks of word game wednesday)
“I’m sorry,” Xie Lian chokes out thickly. “I… I never wanted you to leave, A-Xin. Believe me, I… I never wanted it.”
Feng Xin's hands shake, his chest cleaving into two.
“Then why did you tell me to?” His own voice is a mere whisper, through teeth gritted against the agony of that particular memory.
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"Xiaohua," he whispers back. "Xiaohua, Xiaohua, Xiaohua'er, I'll call you that as many times as you want."
Shuddering, Li Lianhua closes his eyes, as if this alone is overwhelming.
"I can't bear it," he says through gritted teeth, looking like the very act of those words leaving his throat pained him. "When you are so tender to me. Because I am merely a ghost. You, on the other hand, have your entire life ahead of you. You should not be tied down to a dying man."
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That night, they tumbled into bed, hands roaming across one another’s bare skin. Han Sooyoung unwrapped Yoo Sangah like a delectable present, and every inch of silky skin revealed, Han Sooyoung marked with her mouth and teeth.
not all ships are For wanting them to be in a happy healthy relationship together. sometimes shipping two characters means you want them to be erotically obsessed with each other and become entwined in a mutually toxic love affair for a few months and then horrifically break each other's hearts and never speak again. sometimes you want them to be codependent best friends with enough repression to explode a submarine who only make out/have sex when they're at their worst. sometimes you want them to pine after each other for years, never say anything, and then die. sometimes you want them to kill each other. this, too, is shipping
As a late submission for @fenglianweek 2026 Day 6: Crush/Heartbreak, here's Chap 3 of my fenglian exes to lovers modern AU!
Excerpt from the chapter:
“AND REPRESENTING SHANGHAI, FENG XIN!”
The voice of the commentator, amplified by the speakers, booms through the stadium.
The crowd erupts in cheers and wolf-whistles and wild, zealous screams, as their star archer takes his place in front of the bow.
Quietly, Xie Lian watches from the stands, forming a lone white figure amidst a sea of red. Dazedly, he wonders if he's become a spectre, a ghost from Feng Xin's past come to haunt his only mortal tether.
Six years have passed, and after all this time, inexplicably, Xie Lian finds himself back in Shanghai, the city where he had grown up, where he had once lived and loved and lost everything.
(read the full chapter on ao3)
Feng Xin is stunning, all powerful, sinuous muscles and graceful lines. His archery posture is perfect, his back ramrod straight, a look of pure concentration on his face.
Gods, Feng Xin is even more handsome now, if that were possible. He's truly grown into his looks, filling out his frame properly, tall and muscled and gorgeous.
Xie Lian's chest feels like it's coming alive and dying all at the same time. A powerful wave of raw, heartrending longing chokes his throat, leaving him defenceless, helpless against it.
A hand to his sternum, a tear tracing his cheek.
The strongest urge washes over him, to leave the stands, to cross the field, to throw his arms around Feng Xin, to feel Feng Xin's chest against his, Feng Xin in his arms —
But he can't.
It's been six years since the day Xie Lian drove his ex-lover out the door.
In that time, who knows what has come to pass? Feng Xin is successful now, has a new life now as a professional athlete, brilliant and glorious and dazzling, a life without a broken husk of a man to drag him down like deadweight. Probably even has a new lover, someone who can care for him the way Xie Lian failed so terribly at.
How could Xie Lian bear to ruin that, to ruin Feng Xin’s life?
After everything Xie Lian has done, what right does he have to show up in Feng Xin's life again, like a malicious ghost, a horror, a haunting?
In the deepest, truest part of his heart, the truth is that he would give anything just to be able to hear the sound of Feng Xin’s laughter again, echoing in his ears and in his chest like music, like a song that never ends.
Except that song has long since ended. It never will sing again.
And Xie Lian knows better than anyone that it’s for the best.
******
Xie Lian hadn't initially planned to stay in Shanghai.
It was just supposed to be a temporary visit. To pay respects at his parents' graves, laying white lilies on top of their tombstone.
But from the moment he first saw Feng Xin on the screen of his TV that night, he was like a man possessed. To hear his dear A-Xin again, after five years of silence —
The gash that it ripped in his chest then, a Feng Xin-shaped gash, very nearly sank him to his knees, his hands grasping blindly at the screen, his fingers meeting smooth plastic instead of Feng Xin’s cheek.
Days after, Xie Lian finds himself making preparations to remain in Shanghai. Finding a part-time job isn't too hard, thankfully. There are always restaurants that need more hands, and rich kids who need more tutors.
And as he waits tables by day and tutors kids by evening, all the while, the sight of Feng Xin on that screen refuses to leave his mind’s eye, as if it’s been burned onto the back of his retinas.
His childhood best friend, his former lover, that tall, handsome silhouette so achingly familiar, the glint of that familiar grin — all of it pulses in Xie Lian's heart like an old bruise.
He doesn’t know why he does it, but he keeps going back. Month after month, he sits alone in the stands, watching Feng Xin shoot bullseyes and clinch gold medals.
It feels like a way to have him again, after so long. To have him like this, a tiny figure on a screen, a tiny figure on the archery field; to have him so close and yet so far, is all that Xie Lian is allowed.
As a late submission for @fenglianweek 2026 Day 6: Crush/Heartbreak, here's Chap 3 of my fenglian exes to lovers modern AU!
Excerpt from the chapter:
“AND REPRESENTING SHANGHAI, FENG XIN!”
The voice of the commentator, amplified by the speakers, booms through the stadium.
The crowd erupts in cheers and wolf-whistles and wild, zealous screams, as their star archer takes his place in front of the bow.
Quietly, Xie Lian watches from the stands, forming a lone white figure amidst a sea of red. Dazedly, he wonders if he's become a spectre, a ghost from Feng Xin's past come to haunt his only mortal tether.
Six years have passed, and after all this time, inexplicably, Xie Lian finds himself back in Shanghai, the city where he had grown up, where he had once lived and loved and lost everything.
(read the full chapter on ao3)
Feng Xin is stunning, all powerful, sinuous muscles and graceful lines. His archery posture is perfect, his back ramrod straight, a look of pure concentration on his face.
Gods, Feng Xin is even more handsome now, if that were possible. He's truly grown into his looks, filling out his frame properly, tall and muscled and gorgeous.
Xie Lian's chest feels like it's coming alive and dying all at the same time. A powerful wave of raw, heartrending longing chokes his throat, leaving him defenceless, helpless against it.
A hand to his sternum, a tear tracing his cheek.
The strongest urge washes over him, to leave the stands, to cross the field, to throw his arms around Feng Xin, to feel Feng Xin's chest against his, Feng Xin in his arms —
But he can't.
It's been six years since the day Xie Lian drove his ex-lover out the door.
In that time, who knows what has come to pass? Feng Xin is successful now, has a new life now as a professional athlete, brilliant and glorious and dazzling, a life without a broken husk of a man to drag him down like deadweight. Probably even has a new lover, someone who can care for him the way Xie Lian failed so terribly at.
How could Xie Lian bear to ruin that, to ruin Feng Xin’s life?
After everything Xie Lian has done, what right does he have to show up in Feng Xin's life again, like a malicious ghost, a horror, a haunting?
In the deepest, truest part of his heart, the truth is that he would give anything just to be able to hear the sound of Feng Xin’s laughter again, echoing in his ears and in his chest like music, like a song that never ends.
Except that song has long since ended. It never will sing again.
And Xie Lian knows better than anyone that it’s for the best.
******
Xie Lian hadn't initially planned to stay in Shanghai.
It was just supposed to be a temporary visit. To pay respects at his parents' graves, laying white lilies on top of their tombstone.
But from the moment he first saw Feng Xin on the screen of his TV that night, he was like a man possessed. To hear his dear A-Xin again, after five years of silence —
The gash that it ripped in his chest then, a Feng Xin-shaped gash, very nearly sank him to his knees, his hands grasping blindly at the screen, his fingers meeting smooth plastic instead of Feng Xin’s cheek.
Days after, Xie Lian finds himself making preparations to remain in Shanghai. Finding a part-time job isn't too hard, thankfully. There are always restaurants that need more hands, and rich kids who need more tutors.
And as he waits tables by day and tutors kids by evening, all the while, the sight of Feng Xin on that screen refuses to leave his mind’s eye, as if it’s been burned onto the back of his retinas.
His childhood best friend, his former lover, that tall, handsome silhouette so achingly familiar, the glint of that familiar grin — all of it pulses in Xie Lian's heart like an old bruise.
He doesn’t know why he does it, but he keeps going back. Month after month, he sits alone in the stands, watching Feng Xin shoot bullseyes and clinch gold medals.
It feels like a way to have him again, after so long. To have him like this, a tiny figure on a screen, a tiny figure on the archery field; to have him so close and yet so far, is all that Xie Lian is allowed.
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