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he was bracing himself for bad news
Random questions that wont help you get to know your mutuals at all
Tagged by @heyholmesletsgo, thank you <3 <3 <3Â
Favorite shampoo (scent or type/brand)? Rose scented, any brand
Do you sleep with the light on or your doors closed?
Lights off (but with a night light because i hate the dark :â) and the door closed
Hot or cold coffee/tea? Hot tea, cold coffee
Do you use the same username for all/most of your socials?
Mostly. My old username for everything is still used on some places like insta and tiktok.
White shoes, yay or nay? Why?
Nah. I destroy white clothing because I am a mess and accident prone.Â
What song is stuck in your head right now? (if none, last one you remember listening to?)Â
All The Things She Said by TATU (thanks to heated rivalry)
Would you rather watch three twenty minute episodes or a one hour movie?
Either, I can binge watch all 3 extended LOTR movies in one sitting⌠Probably the TV episodes.Â
Would you still love the person that tagged you if they were a worm? (/p /lh)
Yes! Holmes is my biggest supporter and reads every single Song Lan fic I put out⌠Literally my hero and the reason I still post fics <3 thank you again for tagging me, this was fun!
Tagging the only other people I really talk to :') I do not use tumblr often. @shley-chan @aoxue @wifiwuxians anyone else is free to do it plssss this was fun and i think its fun to see what other people say
Heated Rivalry | 1.06
You don't see that every day. Pretty big night for hockey. And listen to that crowd! They're loving this! Good for him! Good for Scott Hunter!
HEATED RIVALRY | Season 1, Episode 5, "I'll Believe in Anything"
*screaming and crying about it forever*
Shane and Ilya Heated Rivalry S01E05
All cuddled up without a care in the world!
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I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.
For @songxiaoseptember Week 3: Fantasy/Sci-Fi AU.
Songxiao as Aragorn and Arwen in a Lord of the Rings AU is something @mistyfrostflower, @wifiwuxians, and I have all discussed together at different points. So this is a bit of a gift to them both, and particularly a belated birthday gift for Sam! đ
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HOORAY!!! Thank you! No one does songxiao like you do!
IM GLAD YOU FEEL THIS WAY!!!! but i must say that so many of my friends (and people in this fandom!) are so good at songxiao as well... ofc we are not the same but i owe them my life... round of applause today specifically to these legends @aoxue @mistyfrostflower @disaster-fruit @silvysartfulness @mispronouncing-michaelangelo @shuang-hua ....
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Song Lan FLUFF Requests
PART 6 OF ONE SNOWFLAKE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS - Song Lan fluffy prompt requests
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Prompt 13: Dinner
orphan song lan getting adopted by xxc and smothered with love from his new loving father (any xxc ship except songxiao for obvs reasons)
Tags: family bonding, child song lan, fluff
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Prompt 15: Afternoon Naps
ot3: xingchen x zichen x xichen with zichen in the middle! bonus: xue yang and a-qing as their adopted children
Tags: 3chen, poly romance, fluff, comfort, they are so in love it hurts me
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Prompt 16: Rain Storms
songxiao first kiss!
Tags: canon timeline, soft and fluffy, mischevious xingchen, shy song lan
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Prompt 13: Dinner
Song Lan peeked out from behind his fatherâs leg, gripping his pant leg. He tugged slightly, feeling his eyes start to burn with tears. There were too many people here⌠It was scary. âBabaâŚâ
Xingchen looked down and his heart nearly melted. âLanâerâŚâ The man bent down and scooped the four year old up, settling him on his hip. Song Lan wrapped his arms around his neck and hid his chubby face against Xingchenâs shoulder, sniffling.
âBabaâs got you...â Xingchen pressed his lips to the little boyâs head, hugging him as close as he could. He then looked at the woman he had been talking to. âSorry, Yanli-jie. Heâs shy and crowds make him a little upsetâŚâ Xingchen gently rubbed the childâs back, soothing him. It had only been a few weeks since he had finalized the adoption paperwork and had taken Song Lan home, but the child was nearly inseparable from him.Â
Yanli cooed. âThereâs no problem.â She had just finished stacking food into the plastic bag. âI put an extra slice of strawberry cake in hereâŚâ She grinned, passing the bag to Xingchen.
He took it gratefully, adjusting his son so that he could hold him and their dinner. âThank you, Yanli-jie.â He nudged Song Lan with his chin. âLanâer, tell ayi-Yanli thank you for the cake.â
Still sniffly, the little boy raised his eyes. âTh-thank you, ayiâŚâ His voice was almost too quiet to hear in the loud restaurant but Yanli smiled wider and nearly swooned over how adorable the child was.Â
Xingchen held Song Lan close, not even struggling to carry him and their dinner for the three blocks to their apartment.Â
When they arrived, Xingchen placed Song Lan down and the boy diligently took off his shoes and coat. Xingchen placed their meal down as he followed his son into the bathroom and he felt so proud as Song Lan pulled out his step stool and began to wash his hands.Â
He pressed another kiss against the childâs crown, washing his own hands once he helped Song Lan off the stool.Â
Song Lan had waited for him to finish so they could walk out to the table together, holding his fathers hand. Xingchen pulled out the dining room chair with a booster seat attached and hoisted Song Lan onto it before getting a sippy cup filled with juice.Â
He placed it down in front of Song Lan and began unpacking their meal.
âBaba, can we watch the bunny movie again?â He sipped his juice, swinging his legs as Xingchen preserved two bowls of soup.
âZootopia?â Xingchen looked up, a knowing smile on his face. His son wanted to watch Zootopia nearly everyday.Â
âMhm!â He set his cup down, a big smile spread across his lips.
Xingchen couldnât help but laugh. How could he deny his son when he was just so happy? âOkay, after we clean up from dinner, we can snuggle up and watch Zootopia before bed.â
The child giggled, picking up his spoon once Xingchen had served him the smaller bowl.Â
âBlow on it first, Lanâer. Itâs too hot.â Xingchen showed him, raising his own spoon to his lips and lightly blowing on it.Â
Song Lan watched intently and then did as instructed.
Xingchen watched, heart so full with love. Adopting Song Lan was the best thing he had ever done in his life. He hoped he would be able to give the boy everything he deserved and show him so much love, that he would never be without it again.
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PROMPT 15: Afternoon Naps
For the first time in ages, it was peaceful within the house. The only sound was coming from a set of speakers in the master bedroom. Soft music flowing through the air, violins rising. Ralph Vaughan Williams, The Lark Ascending.Â
The drapes were drawn open, sunlight spilling into the room and softly lighting it with warmth. Three bodies were snuggled close, chests rising and falling slowly as they dozed in the peace of the afternoon. The throuple had decided on taking a nap together since it had been years since they had all been able to snuggle and rest like this.
Song Lan shifted, turning onto his side as he began to wake. He felt his boyfriend shift behind him and the arm slung over his waist pulled him close. He smiled as his back met a sturdy chest. âA-HuanâŚâ A kiss was pressed against Song Lanâs shoulder and he sighed happily.Â
âDid you nap well, A-Lan?â
Song Lan hummed and turned his head, kissing Xichenâs lips lightly. âDid you?â
âI did.â Xichen kissed him deeper before moving his lips back to Song Lanâs shoulder. Heaven.
âColdâŚâ On Song Lanâs other side, Xingchen was starting to rouse.
Xichen loosened his arms and Song Lan brought Xingchen into his own. âCâmere, baobeiâŚâ Song Lan didnât mind being sandwiched between them, smiling as Xichen hugged them both as tight as he could.
âMmm⌠âleep well?â Xingchen muttered, snuggling his face into Song Lanâs neck and warming himself against his skin.
Song Lan settled Xingchen more comfortably against him before pressing a kiss to his temple. âWe did, Chenâer.â He ran a somehow always cold palm down the length of Xingchenâs spine, making him shiver and whine again. Song Lanâs smile grew wider.Â
Xichen rolled his eyes and lightly pinched Song Lanâs hip in retaliation. âDid you have a good nap, love?â He reached over Song Lan and tucked hair behind Xingchenâs ear.
Xingchen smiled against Song Lanâs skin, splaying his arm over both of them, hand cupping Xichenâs elbow. âIt was perfect. I could honestly nap the entire time the kids are away.â He smiled lovingly at the two men watching him.
Song Lan tilted Xingchenâs face up, pressing their lips together and relaxing as Xingchen slowly began to kiss back. He sighed into the manâs lips, eyes shutting. This was heaven.
Xingchen pulled away after a few moments and then leaned over him. Song Lan sleepily watched as Xichen and Xingchen kissed, at peace to just be in their presence.Â
Xingchen pulled away and then snuggled back into Song Lanâs chest. Song Lan caressed his head, relaxing against Xichenâs chest. âIt's been so long since weâve been able to just⌠be together like this. Iâve missed this.â
âIâve missed us.â Xichen added, fixing the blankets to make sure that both of his partners were covered. âIâll have to ask A-Zhan to watch the kids more often.â
âThat would be niceâŚâ Xingchen was nearly trailing off, already starting to doze again.Â
Song Lan wrapped his arms tighter around him, pressing his lips to the crown of his head and drawing random shapes into Xingchenâs warm shoulders. âSleep some more, Xingchen. Iâll hold you.â
Xichen squeezed his arms around Song Lanâs waist a little tighter, kissing his nape. Song Lan couldnât fight back the giggle that left his lips. He was so elated to be here with them. So in love and despite having been together for nearly 10 years, they made him feel so young.
âI guess another hour or two wonât hurtâŚâ Xichen tucked Song Lanâs head under his chin. âRest well, my lovesâŚâ
The three stayed in their bed for the entirety of the weekend, snuggling and kissing and doing things that they couldnât possibly do with two hyperactive children under the same roof.
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PROMPT 16: Rain Storms
Rain was pounding the ground outside of the cave. Song Lan frowned at it, watching as it poured down from the heavens. They had hardly even had time to make it into this little cave before the downpour started and it had been nearly three hours now. They didnât have umbrellas, having forgotten to buy any in the last village.Â
While Song Lan stared unhappily, Xingchen was struggling to hold himself back. He desperately wanted to be out in the rain, but he wanted even more to be in it with Song Lan. He had recently heard a storyteller tell the tale of a woman who confessed her love to a man, in the pouring rain. It sounded⌠Romantic. He had never thought of doing something like that but now⌠He very much wanted to. âZichen,âÂ
Song Lan turned to look at him, heart fluttering as he saw the mischievous glint in Xingchenâs eyes.Â
âWill you come play in the rain with me?â
âPlay in the rainâŚ?â Song Lan stared at Xingchen like the man had grown an additional head on each shoulder.Â
Xingchen laughed brightly, Song Lanâs soul lightening with the sound. âYes! When I was on the mountain, I would often play in the rain! I miss doing so as there is never the time for it now.â
âIn the rainâŚ?â Song Lan blinked, not understanding.Â
Xingchen rolled his eyes, amused and feeling more giddy. He was spurred on by the cute look on Song Lanâs face, heart banging against his ribs and begging him to be brave. He would be. Xingchen stood, making sure Shuanghua was resting against the wall before he walked over to where Song Lan stood at the cave mouth. âWill you?â He held his hand out, smiling so sweetly that Song Lan felt his knees weaken.Â
His mouth went dry and he lost the ability to form words. He had never âplayed in the rain beforeâ. He did not know what to do and he did not want to embarrass himself in front of Xingchen. Still, he gave a hesitant nod, gloved hand meeting Xingchenâs palm. Xingchen was so beautiful when he smiled⌠He could make Song Lan do almost anything.
The other cultivator let out a delighted noise and without another word, he pulled Song Lan out into the rain.Â
Song Lan looked up, staring as the water instantly began to soak them. âW-what do we do?â he looked back to Xingchen, eyes wide and a slight flush coloring his cheeks.Â
Xingchen admired him, feeling so endeared by the wonder in Song Lanâs gaze. He stepped closer, letting his fingers interlock with Song Lanâs. âZichen, do you know of the story about the young woman taking her suitor into the rain?â
Song Lan was only a few centimeters taller but it was enough for Xingchen to need to tilt his head up so they could have their eyes be level. âI have not.â
Xingchenâs lips pulled up even more somehow and he nodded. âZichen, have you⌠Have you ever kissed someone before?â His question made the other manâs face darken. âK-kissed?â He was almost in shock, unable to verbalize that he in fact had not. He shook his head.Â
Xingchenâs heart swelled. âMay I kiss you, Zichen?â
Song Lanâs heart nearly stopped and he was glad to feel the rain beating against his skin as it grounded him. âYesâŚâ His voice came out so softly, breathless and whispery that he worried Xingchen wouldnât be able to hear him.Â
Of course he had. Xingchen leaned in, squeezing Song Lanâs palm as he gently pressed their lips together.Â
Oh, how Song Lan loved the rain.
Song Lan Requests Pt. 5
PART 5 OF ONE SNOWFLAKE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS - Song Lan being rescued and saved prompt requests
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Prompt 17: Savior
Hurt/comfort song lan/wen ning
Tags: songning, hurt/comfort, fierce corpses that become lovers, gentle, helping each other through undeath
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Prompt 21: Love Protects You
hurt/comfort request: sl getting rescued after being tortured and getting showered in love by his rescuer
Tags: 3chen, hurt/comfort, bittersweet, sl is really hurt, xxc is a miss
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Prompt 22: Love Changes You
reforming(?) villain WX x righteous daoshi SL - not actually picky about Wen Xu's characterization, although I guess I like to think of him as loyal with a sadistic side; warped morals due to his upbringing, but a filial heart. Wants to be a better man for Song Lan, but fucks up along the way
Tags: wen xu/song lan, hurt/comfort, wen xu falls hard, sick sl, sickfic, reforming villain
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PROMPT 17: Savior
Song Lan felt himself come back into his body, snapped into reality. He figured out very quickly that he was restrained. Chains were wrapped around his ankles and bound his arms to his sides. His frown deepened and he opened his eyes. He was on his side, head pressed down against something soft, a hand in his hair, soothing the slight ache where the nails had once pierced his skull. It was pulsing in a way that reminded him of when he had been under Xue Yangâs control.Â
He stared out at the darkened woods, blinking to try and make sense of where he was. Hadnât it been morning? He turned his head, looking up to see who was holding his head in their lap. He was unsurprised to see that it was Wen Ning.Â
âYouâre awakeâŚâ Wen Ning sighed in relief, giving Song Lan a small smile. âAre you okay?â
Song Lan had no way of speaking, so he only nodded. He was confused as to why he was restrained but the remnants of resentment were still flowing through his veins. He felt a creeping chill through his limbs and a fogginess in his head. He had lost control.Â
âHere.â Wen Ning was gentle as he unwound the chains, removing them entirely. Song Lan didnât move, keeping himself resting in Wen ningâs lap. He lifted his hands and quickly signed to him. âDid I hurt anyone? Did I hurt you?â
Wen Ning shook his head. âNo. I was able to restrain you. You canât hurt me, ge.â Wen Ning continued to gently stroke a clawed hand through Song Lanâs hair, gently massaging around the nail wounds.
âWhat happened?â Despite the grounding and comforting action, he was too ashamed to meet the other corpses' eyes.Â
âI donât know. I think⌠I think a memory triggered something. We⌠We were nearing a village. You just⌠froze and⌠I could feel the resentment before I saw your eyes.â
Song Lan frowned more and raked his brain for any clues for why this had upset him. âI canât remember what happened...â
âItâs okayâŚâ Wen Ning continued his ministrations. âYouâre safe.â
Song Lan noticed that Wen Ning had covered him with a thin blanket while he was unconscious. âI have no need for this.â
âI know. I just didnât like seeing you like that so⌠I pretended that you were asleep.â He gave a small smile to Song Lan, easing him. âDo the nail wounds hurt?â
Song Lan nodded again and signed with his free hand. âSore.â
âI thought so.â Wen Ning gently moved his finger tips to comfortingly knead around the wounds. âI used some of the talismans that Wei gongzi made for us. It made most of the resentment dissipate. You should feel better soon, let me just finish massaging. This is helping me coax out the rest of the resentment.â
Song Lan nodded slightly. He then shut his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Wen Ningâs hands. He didnât feel panic like he had the first dozen times this had happened. Wen Ning was always there to save him before the resentment made him into a monster.Â
He reached up, taking Wen Ningâs wrist and stopping him. âHmm?â The other fierce corpse tilted his head, hair spilling down over his shoulders and curtaining around his face.Â
âThank you for saving me.â He put his hands down, slightly smiling as he looked up at the other corpse.Â
Wen Ning would have blushed if he could and as an answer he pressed his lips to Song Lanâs temple. âRest. Youâll feel better soon, ge."
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PROMPT 21: Love Protects You
Everything hurts. He could feel wind rushing around him, feel the cold air rustling his hair and heard it howling. Iâm flying. There were strong arms holding him against a sturdy chest. He didnât know who but it felt familiar. I was rescued. For weeks he had been beaten and degraded within a Qishan Wen prison cell. For weeks he had been so near to death that it had creeped up his arms and nearly paralyzed him. He opened his eyes and saw nothing. Blackness. A whine left his throat, fear crawling up his spine and nearly paralyzing him. I canât see. Why canât I see?
Someone soothed him. The person holding him brought him closer, pressed his face into the warmth of their neck and kissed his hair, gentle. He recognized this person by their scent but he couldnât think of who.Â
Iâm safe. The person was someone that loved him, he knew this but nothing else. With their soothing words, he began to drift back into unconsciousness, mind floating away and thoughts melting into the wind.
When he awoke again, he was in a bed. Soft fabrics beneath his body, warming him. Careful hands were combing his hair, untangling knots and brushing oil into the dry and matted strands. He could hear talking but the words didnât make sense.Â
Another pair of hands were tending to his abdomen. Iâm hurt. He could not remember which of the tortures had caused him this wound, but he knew that it was being cleaned now. Safe.Â
He let himself rest there, at the mercy of the people that were caring for him. Their voices held familiar tones, their touch a balm to his soul. I know them. He tried desperately to come up with names, to match faces to the voices. A whine left his lips. The person brushing his hair stopped, placing a hand to his cheek. The words were making sense but he was still missing things. âYou⌠Safe⌠Huanâer found you⌠brought you home.â Lips were pressed to his cheek. âWe⌠Protect you. Youâre safe⌠Lanâer.â He didnât exactly know who this person was, but there was comfort in his words. He opened his eyes, desperate to see who was caring for him, to match a face with the voice. Nothing.
âEyesâŚâ He managed to croak, trying to blink away whatever was stopping him from seeing. The hand that was tending to his abdomen moved and went to the other cheek, stroking in small and soothing circles. âShh⌠Weâve got⌠No one can hurtâŚâ He heard rustling as one of the men moved. âXingchen, get⌠Sedative.âÂ
âHurtsâŚâ Song Lan groaned, trying to move, to sit up. Hands were gently pushing his shoulders down.Â
âLanâer you canâtâŚ. Need to rest.â A small vile was pressed to his lips and he drank without question. âYouâre safe baobei.â
âWeâll take care of⌠Just rest now.â The other voice added. Once again he felt their gentle touches and he relaxed.Â
âWho⌠Who are you?â I know them. Why canât I rememberâŚ
He could hear sniffling. Is someone crying? âYouâll remember soon⌠Hit your head⌠Need to rest and⌠Donât worry.â The first voice was the one speaking, hands still brushing through his hair. He must be the one crying.Â
âPlease⌠WhoâŚ?â
The person that was tending to his wound had finally finished. They pulled the blankets up to cover him. His head was feeling fuzzy. Had he taken something to make him sleep? âSleep, A-Lan. A-Chen and I will⌠Youâll remember soon.â
âStay.â I know who you are. Youâre important to me. Their names and faces were lost to the mess of his mind but he could tell that they were trustworthy.Â
âWe wonât leave.â He heard the second person say. Both of his hands were held, hair still being stroked. He began to drift off with their warmth, knowing that he was safe.Â
Once Song Lan was asleep, Xingchenâs sniffling turned into sobbing. He gripped his cultivation partnerâs hand, holding it tightly to his chest and weeping into Song Lanâs shoulder.Â
Xichen frowned, sitting at Song Lanâs other side. He reached over and took Xingchenâs free hand, squeezing it. âLoveâŚâ He felt his own tears burning and Xichen willed them away. âA-Chen, heâs safe⌠We can heal him.â
âHe will never see again! We⌠we were too lateâŚâ His voice was weak, shaking and watery. Xichenâs heart broke.Â
âWe saved him⌠We⌠That is all we could doâŚâ His own tears began to slip silently down his cheeks. He looked back at the unconscious man in the bed, lacing his fingers between his. âWe need to be strong for him, A-Chen.â He looked back to his other lover.Â
Xingchen was weeping into Song Lanâs sleep robes, too far into his despair to hear Xichenâs gentle voice.Â
Xichen squeezed his hand again and then put his attention back onto Song Lan, crying with his partner, feeling relief and sadness. They had saved Song Lan but not until after he had faced so much awful torment and pain. It would take time, but he would not allow his lover to fall into despair, either of them.Â
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PROMPT 22: Love Changes You
Wen Xu knew he was in over his head. He had never felt this way before, especially not for someone so above him in morals and righteousness⌠Still, he had fallen hard for Song Daozhang.Â
Song Lan, the cold snow and distant frost; had found himself captured by the Wen. He had ventured too close, had been ambushed and forced into their iron barred prison. Much like the proud Second Jade of Lan, he was unwilling to bend to their will. He rather take torture and pain than to turn against his teachings and away from the righteous path.Â
Wen Xu had watched him. Watched as his own brother inflicted wounds and drew pained cries from the cultivator's mouth. It was odd. He should have wanted to help in the torture, to make the man tremble and hurt⌠But he found his stomach churning each time the cultivator was harmed.
He fell for the manâs unbreakable spirit, for his silence. For his handsome face and cold disposition. It scared him at first. He wanted to help him, to go against the wishes of his father, to go against his family⌠But it felt right to do so⌠He didnât know why, but seeing cruelty be brought against someone so beautiful, so righteous⌠It made him despise who he was, who his father had forced him to be.Â
He began visiting him in secret, bringing the ailing Daoshi medicines to treat his wounds, bringing fresh water and portions of stolen food. He didnât even contemplate these actions, he just did them. It was not until after that he considered the consequences of what he had done. His father would never approve. In fact, his father would likely throw him into a cell to join the Daozhang.Â
When Song Daozhang fell ill, body weak with a raging fever; Wen Xu cast aside all fear in favor of helping him. All thoughts of filial piety were replaced with an unbreakable need to take care of the captured Daoshi, to ensure his safety.
He approached the iron bars with a tray in hand and quickly unlocked it before entering the dim and damp cell.
Song Daozhang looked up weakly, relieved to see that it was Wen Xu and not Wen Chao. He shivered, gripping his robes tighter, willing them to keep him warm in the coldness of this prison. âYou⌠You shouldnât be here⌠If someone sees youâŚâ He coughed roughly and Wen Xu drew closer, stopping in front of the other man. He placed the tray on the floor, kneeling in front of the Daozhang with his eyebrows drawn together in worry. âYou canât⌠you canât be seen by anyoneâŚâ
âIâll kill them.â Wen Xu replies, removing his cloak. He puts it over Song Lan, hoping that it will help to soothe his trembling. âYou look worse than this morning.â He picked up the small bowl from the tray and held it to his lips. âDrink.â
The cultivator obediently did so, not minding the bitter taste. He settled back once it was empty, too tired to converse further.
Wen Xu set a hand to Song Lanâs forehead, frowning at the immense heat. If he didnât do something, Song Lan would die here. âYou need to see a physician.âÂ
âYour father will let me die first.âÂ
âI wonât allow that. Wrap your arms around me.â His mind was made up. His fatherâs âloveâ was not worth more than this manâs life.Â
âWhatâŚ?â Song Lan stared at him in shock, wondering if his fever was making him hallucinate.Â
âI wonât let you die down here. Wrap your arms around me so that I can get you out of here.â
âYou⌠Youâll get into trouble with your father⌠If anyone sees you, theyâll tell him. It's not worth the risk- Are you crazy?âÂ
âYes- Now wrap your arms around me before a guard comes.â Wen Xu did not wait for the cultivator to approve of this idea. He carefully scooped him into his arms, pressing him close to his chest and covering his head with the hood of his cloak. âStay low.â
Song Lan had wrapped his arms around Wen Xuâs neck, hiding his face against his shoulder and hoping that they would actually leave this prison in one piece.Â
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Safe travels.
I hope the coffee out there is divine â
why isn't there more songxiao mpreg. why aren't there like 10 different angsty fics with the plotline of "I was pregnant when we split up and I had/lost your baby!!!" reveal when they reunite or WORSE them never even getting to tell the other/find out because of certain character's interference in their reunion. why does this fandom constantly disappoint me
my reason for writing fics is mpreg, omegaverse and songxiao đ i must do better