#liubai

[mirukupowda]

hcq in nutshell

[bedriddenandcrying]

crossover between white-ish haired homosexuals with some sort of eye coverage andddddd dead lovers!!! love them all

[radio-zephyr]

Secret Santa gift for @nemaliwrites !!! Merry Christmas :D!!!!!

[lsain]

Here's to those happier days!

[mscheckacheck]

🦊🌙

[athena33550336]

yuri where one of them is dead 🥳🥳🥳

[incorrectstarrailquotes]

Baiheng: If my wife ever stabbed me I'd thrust myself deeper into the blade just to be a few inches closer to her but that's just me.

[topaz-witch-tea]

Based off this idea I wrote before bed.

“What is that?” The God of Water asked. Curiosity compelling him to poke the little thing wrapped in a fine fur blanket and laid in a basket. Its large eyes stared at the diety clothed in blue and green.

“A baby.” Jing Yuan replied, brushing a hand through golden hair while the other was held tightly in the baby’s grasp.

“Yes, I know it’s a baby. Why is a mortal baby here?” The water dragon rolled his eyes at his husband, his hand warily hovering over the crib as the infant reached out for it.

“He was left at my temple. Just lying there on the ground with a couple of food offerings and incense.” Jing Yuan pointed to the food offerings on the table.

Dan Feng cooed as the little creature pulled his hand against his chest, a happy peal of laughter erupting. “Well, it would make more sense for him to be left at Baiheng’s temple than at yours, especially with her being the God of home and safe returns. No point leaving babies to us Gods of war.”

“I agree but I did invite her here tonight. Maybe she knows who this child belongs to.”

“Maybe they were offering him up as food. Fruits for the gods and a toddler for Mimi to snack on.” The Crafting God laughed.

“Yingxing!”

“Yingxing.”

Mimi growled at the black-robed God lying on the couch, her tail beating against one of the pillars.

“I’m joking,” Yingxing replied. “Besides, everyone knows Mimi feasts on traitors and corrupt politicians.”

Still, Dan Feng was less than amused and wrapped his blue-green tail around the basket, the infant ignorant of the commotion entertaining itself with Dan Feng’s gold and black ring. “Don’t listen to that evil God over there. No one’s going to eat you.”

“I’m here!” A cheerful voice rang through the garden as a purple Foxian diety made her way down the stone path, ornaments of jade and pearls swinging and chiming in her hair.

Behind her, followed the Moon God in her midnight robes and her silver blade. Each step careful and elegant as no emotion graced her face, cold and and still like fallen snow.

“Baiheng! Master!” Jing Yuan beamed as he stood up to welcome his guests.

Baiheng pulled him in a hug before her eyes locked on the tiny waving hands in the basket. “What is that?”

Quickly shoving her friend aside, she took Jing Yuan’s chair and peered at the guest. “Oh who are you? You’re adorable!”

Her purple tail, adorned with gold chains and bells, hovered over the crib and swung gently back and forth. The bells chiming to the delight of the infant.

“A student, Jing Yuan?” Jingliu stood afar and stared at the baby now reaching towards the chiming bells.

“Nothing like that, I’m afraid the poor thing was left in my temple next to some food offerings but no prayers were offered. I don’t really know what the parents could have been thinking when they left their baby there.”

“Awwww! Did you get left alone in a temple? It was raining last night, huh? Were you cold? It must have been so scary!” Baiheng cooed and baby-talked.

“Maybe they thought you’d like a human sacrifice and left him there for you to eat him?” Jingliu stated.

“Jingliu!”

“Master!”

“That’s what I said!” Yingxing laughed, vindication coursing through his veins. “They left the thing next to puffergoat milk, a jar of sesame oil, and some lotus cakes. That’s a whole meal.”

Whether it was because the nature of babies simply called to them cry or it was fear, a horrific screeching erupted by the infant. “WAHHHHHH!”