Spring hunt.
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Spring hunt.
Ouyang spent his whole life doing awful things to avenge the death of a father who wasn't dead. Baoxiang did awful things to prove something to Esen's ghost, which turned out not to be there at all. Ouyang is devastated by his father's presence, Baoxiang by his brother's absence.
Sorry but Esen not being there as a ghost is so funny 😭 like Ouyang and Baoxiang have mental breakdown because they thought Esen is haunting them and they struggle all the time, meanwhile Esen has already reached nirvana. Esen "no thoughts head empty" even in death 🤣🤣
(I know there is a profound and symbolic meaning about Esen not being a ghost, and I appreciate it, but I can't help laughing. How did you guys imagine Esen if he was a ghost?)
Terrible likeness - naysaltysalmon - a Radiant Emperor fic - AO3
Words: 3,066 Genre: Drama/tragedy Rating: M (body dysmorphia, sexual content)
Pairings: Ouyang/Zhu, Ouyang/Esen Characters: General Ouyang, Zhu Chongba/Zhu Yuanzheng, Esen-Temur
A/N: I wrote this fic months ago now but Tumblr hasn't been letting me post AO3 links for some reason, so here I am finally posting it!! Enjoy~
Summary:
“Did you let Fang Guozhen fuck you? You did, didn’t you.”
It wasn’t a question he expected to have answered, but he could already tell: The flush lingered in Zhu’s cheeks, and there was an unusual slackness in her spine, all-too-familiar in the months they’d been traveling together, shared clandestine moments together. The accusation had made her eyes widen with bemusement and consternation, but more than that, Ouyang had sensed it after the competition in front of all of those people, Fang’s interest in him. In the woman he presumed Ouyang to be, how this large and powerful man pursued every rare and interesting thing in his midst until it was in his bed.
Would he have pursued Ouyang still, had he known Ouyang’s true nature?
Or would he have become nothing in Fang’s eyes, a disgusting conventionality?
Ouyang trembled from the thought. A powerful man like that – he didn’t deserve to gaze upon Ouyang’s body, or the man Ouyang presumed Zhu to be.
Except it was all fake.
A lie.
A deception.
Zhu was using him for her own end, all along.
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Ouyang learns from Jiao that Zhu is female, but things turn out quite differently.
esen giggling and twirling his braids while ouyang debriefs him on how many people died today, and other things that make me discreetly cough blood into a hankerchief.
he wants to show you his bird
the homoeroticism of going on campaign for the ask game!!
it prob won't go beyond its lineart phase before i post it, but here it is!
because i'm fucking obsessed with the canon image of esen giggling and twirling his braids while ouyang debriefs him about how many people died today.
he is looking at ouyang btw