Characters: Feng Xin, Mu Qing, Xie Lian, Pei Ming, Qi Ying, Lang Qianqiu
Containments: fluff, male!reader (transmasc friendly), SFW, takes place shortly after Xie Lian's third ascension, Heavenly Official!reader
❤ Feng Xin isn't exactly someone who prioritizes his rest. When he's "off duty", he's patrolling around the Heavenly Capital throughout the night and early into the day.
❤ Despite the moon hanging in the sky for hours now, a few Heavenly Officials were still wandering every which way, wrapping up duties like reporting missions and answering final prayers. It wasn't much for Feng Xin to pay attention to, but it doesn't take long for his eyes to hone in on a lone figure slumped over on a jade bench.
❤ Your back is resting against the base of a tall, mighty statue of The Emperor, your head leaned to the side and your eyelashes knitted together in sleep. Your lips are parted slightly, and Feng Xin can't help but watch the way your chest peacefully rises and falls in sleep.
❤ He reaches out to tap your shoulder, but halfway through, he hesitates and allows his arm to drop back to his side. Looking around for a moment, his eyes eventually land on your shut ones once more and he takes a sharp breath through his nose.
❤ He can spare it. It's been a slow night, and it isn't like the Heavenly Capital is lacking in attendance currently. A few minutes ensuring you won't damage your back or catch a cold won't kill him.
❤ Sliding his hand down to your upper back and placing the other one on the back of your thighs, he lifts you up into his arms. He's silent and swift with it, not breaking a sweat as he seamlessly brings you against his chest. He looks down for a moment, briefly freeing his hand to help guide your face to rest against his chest plate instead of hanging back limply.
❤ He'll just bring you back to your palace, tuck you in, and get back to work. No one has to know, not even you.
❤ It's not his problem. Really, it isn't. Who cares if you decided to doze off in the middle of the day? Certainly not him.
❤ But still, it's a bit worrying. You shouldn't be passing out randomly like this, especially in broad daylight. Perhaps you've grown ill? He should do something. Not because he cares, but because everyone else would have his ass if you went into a coma and he did nothing to stop it.
❤ With a huff that blows a strand of hair out of his face and a shamelessly unconcealed roll of his eyes, he gets to his feet. He cracks his knuckles, grabbing the back of your head as he gently moves your body so that you're on your back and not sitting at an awkward position like you just died anymore.
❤ He crouches down in front of you, pressing his palm to your forehead and feeling your temperature. He can't tell if it's just his imagination, but your skin feels hot to the touch. Even if you aren't sick, it's still best to get you out of the sunlight before you get heatstroke or a sunburn.
❤ It's not a big deal if you're sick. Sure, something that could harm a heavenly official may be a bit trickier to handle than a common cold, but he treated The Crown Prince more than enough in the past to have a decent grip on the workings of the medical field. Or at least how to look after someone.
❤ He'll get you to bed and ensure you aren't dying. But then he'll really leave and stop caring! If you don't count the way he comes back to check on you every half hour or so.
❤ Oh dear, oh dear. Could you really have fallen asleep so soon? He had so much he wanted to share with you that night! But here you are, fast asleep on his straw mat inside his little makeshift shrine.
❤ "[your name]? [your name], are you awake?" He coaxes, reverently shaking your shoulder a few times before pulling back again. He sighs, running his fingers through his hair.
❤ "Could my cooking be so terrible that it knocked him out...?" He mumbled to himself as he watched over you quietly.
❤ The poor, barely supported shrine allowed a thin draft through the crevices in the boards, causing you to shiver. Rouye darts out from inside his tattered sleeve, lazily drifting onto your form. It doesn't provide much of any warmth, and while the snake-like bandage seems to be doing everything in its power to assist, Xie Lian digs into his pocket.
❤ He doesn't seem to have much of anything to purchase a blanket with, but perhaps he can figure something out in order to scrape some gold foil together. Or he could find some scraps to make do with. Either way, he sets out, determined to come back with something to guard you from the biting chill of the night.
❤ This isn't an unfamiliar scene for Pei Ming to play the part of the handsome savior in. A woman drifting off, her head in his lap, her eyes fluttered shut, as gentle and fragile as a flower. There was just one small difference. You weren't a woman.
❤ He told himself repeatedly that it shouldn't feel any different, but it did. It felt like nothing he'd ever done before, and for the first time in forever, his heart caught in his throat and he felt at a loss of what to do.
❤ He refuses to allow himself to become at a disadvantage, however. Man or women, he was irresistible and effortlessly charming, so this should be nothing to him.
❤ "Darling..." He whispers, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek just to see if you were truly asleep. Part of him is saddened when he gets no response, wishing you were conscious to see his endless chivalry.
❤ Nevertheless, he's still a gentleman, and he takes pride in that fact. He drags his fingers softly through your hair, a light smirk pulling on the corners of his lips as he scoops your sleeping body onto his lap. He watches your face for a few minutes, silent for once.
❤ "Comfy?" He finally asks with a faint laugh, not expecting a real answer. "Of course you are."
❤ and as he leans down, he presses a brief kiss to your forehead.
❤ poke...poke...poke.
❤ he continuously jabs his pointer finger into your cheek bone, staring at you with wide, unblinking eyes with an expecting tilt to his head. His unruly long hair cascades to the side, bouncing with each little movement.
❤ he waits for you patiently like a dog. He bends his legs at the knees, resting his arms on his kneecaps as his eyes eventually begin to narrow.
❤ his gaze drifts to the stars blinking in the inky darkness of the sky, then back down to you again. The moon reflects in the depths of his curious eyes, that were too growing drowsy.
❤ unwrapping his outer robe from his body, he tosses it over you, watching as it falls over your body and piles up on the floor. He hums, grabbing it again and putting in the effort to actually tuck you in properly so it'd stay in place.
❤ Qi Ying then climbs onto the bench with you, leaning against your side as his eyes fall shut and he falls deeply asleep with the warmth of your body pressing up on him.
❤ "Huh?" He breathes out, arching an eyebrow as his teeth dig into his lower lip, his fiery eyes studying you closely. "Oh." He finally concludes, snickering slightly as he scoots closer to you.
❤ Falling asleep out of nowhere when you definitely shouldn't be? Been there, done that. He gets it. Luckily, unlike him, you aren't falling asleep during important trials and meetings, so he can just let you doze all you need.
❤ But even if you're asleep, that doesn't mean he's going to leave you be. Far from it. He's going on and on about the trees and the statues. The stars and the moon. Him and...you.
❤ As other Heavenly Officials pass the two of you by, he naturally flashes each of them a huge grin and gives a friendly wave. He radiates light like a child of joy and love itself, holding you close all the while.
❤ Even as the sun begins to rise, he doesn't move. He stays right there with you, smiling as he thinks to himself. Eventually he begins to hum the tune of a ballad his followers composed for him many years ago, nodding his head to each invisible and inaudible beat.
Hii! Can you do another Xie lian x fem reader x Hua cheng poly? The reader is sweet and kind when they met, she often helps Xie lian when Hua cheng isn't around, and help hua cheng as well ( Idk how maybe helping his feelings for Xie lian) But they didn't know she fell inlove both of them and wanting to join their relationship, but didn't want to ruin or makes mess to them so she distance often, until they both confessed, she loves animals likes to hug them, she's also cuddly to them🥰 theres also a smut hehee🤭
Sorry I have to ask anonymously Im actually shy when asking this hehee😅
Where the Heart Rests
Xie Lian & Hua Cheng × Fem!Reader
● When you first meet them, the first thing both of them notice about you is your natural kindness.
● It isn’t something rehearsed or exaggerated.
● You help because you want to, listen because you care, and take care because it is simply part of who you are.
● The first one you met was Xie Lian.
● On an ordinary day, he had gone out to collect scrap — or trinkets, as he liked to call them. He no longer needed to do that, not since Hua Cheng had begun taking such good care of him, but after centuries of living that way, the habit still remained. Sometimes, Xie Lian missed the simplicity of those days.
● Perhaps that day he was a little distracted, or a bit too enthusiastic, because he ended up carrying more than he should have.
● The result was that the bag tore.
● As he knelt on the ground, trying to gather the scattered items, another person knelt beside him almost at the same time, carefully picking up the trinkets before he could even thank them.
● It was you.
“Dage, are you okay?” you asked softly. “You need to be more careful.”
● Your voice held no judgment, only genuine concern.
● Most people would have helped quickly and left — or simply ignored him. When you not only helped, but also offered to carry the things back to the Puqi Shrine, Xie Lian was surprised. Still, he smiled and accepted, feeling a quiet warmth in his chest that he couldn’t quite explain.
● From that day on, it became natural for you to appear frequently at the Puqi Shrine.
● You brought simple food, helped with small repairs, talked to him as if he were just… Xie Lian. Not a fallen god, not a symbol of suffering or redemption — just him.
● When Hua Cheng wasn’t around, you became a silent support.
● You noticed when he was tired before he ever admitted it, offered help without him needing to ask, and sometimes simply sat beside him in silence, sharing the quiet.
● Xie Lian came to trust you more than he ever expected. Near you, he felt at peace.
● Only after that did you meet Hua Cheng.
● When Hua Cheng first heard about you, two things crossed his mind.
● The first was intense curiosity: who was the woman his gege mentioned so naturally? The second was suspicion.
● He had always been alert to anything — or anyone — that could hurt Xie Lian.
● When he finally met you, he realized quickly: you were too gentle, too calm. And that put him on edge.
● But you never tried to take up too much space.
● You never tried to compete.
● You never placed yourself between them.
● On the contrary.
● You saw the love Hua Cheng felt for Xie Lian with clarity and respect.
● You knew that many people reacted with disgust upon discovering that they were married — both because Hua Cheng was a Ghost King and because Xie Lian carried a past so deeply marked by suffering.
● You, however, never showed revulsion, discomfort, or judgment.
● Without realizing it, you began helping Hua Cheng in simple, quiet ways.
● You reminded him to rest when he pushed himself too hard for Xie Lian, spoke of his gege’s qualities with sincere admiration, and encouraged him whenever he, despite being a feared Ghost King, felt unworthy of that love.
● Little by little, Hua Cheng began to trust you.
● Then, to like you.
● And then, to care more than he ever expected.
● With the trust of both of them, you began to grow closer, and they started noticing new things about you.
● One of them was impossible to ignore: animals simply adored you.
● Stray dogs followed you without fear, cats rubbed against your legs, and even spiritual creatures seemed calmer in your presence.
● You always crouched down to hug them, spoke to them in a low voice, and tended to small wounds with an almost instinctive tenderness.
● Xie Lian found it adorable, though he rarely said it out loud.
● Hua Cheng watched in silence — and without realizing it, fell a little more in love every time he saw you like that.
● After some time, they took you to Ghost City.
● You were fascinated by everything: the lights, the voices, the atmosphere so different from the human world.
● Perhaps because of that, you got a little too distracted and ended up getting lost for a few minutes.
● Hua Cheng didn’t take long to find you.
● When he saw you, he pulled you into a firm embrace, his low voice heavy with concern. He said he had grown uneasy when you disappeared and asked, with rare seriousness, that until you were more used to the place, you wouldn’t stray from him or Xie Lian.
● It was there, in that embrace, that you realized.
● Without noticing when it began, you had fallen in love with both of them.
● With Xie Lian — for his tireless kindness, his infinite patience, the way he tried to save the world even when the world had never been kind to him.
● With Hua Cheng — for his absolute devotion, his unshakable strength, the way he loved Xie Lian without reservation, without fear, without limits.
● But you never said anything.
● You thought you didn’t have that right.
● They already loved each other.
● They were already complete.
● So, little by little, you began to pull away. Not abruptly — just enough to hurt.
● You appeared less at the Shrine, stayed for shorter periods when you did go, smiled… but didn’t linger.
● Xie Lian noticed first.
● He felt the absence in the small things: in the different silence of the shrine, in the lack of simple conversations, in the absence of your quiet help.
● Hua Cheng noticed later — and noticed more deeply.
● He saw how you avoided prolonged contact, how you stepped back when you saw them together, how your affection was still there, but restrained, overly careful.
● And it bothered him.
● They talked to each other.
● Xie Lian feared that you were pulling away because of him, and Hua Cheng was almost certain that you were suffering alone.
● In the end, they reached the same conclusion: you were far too important to be let go like that.
● The confession didn’t happen all at once.
● They chose a festival, thinking the light atmosphere would make everything easier. Even so, you tried to keep your distance and, at one point, even looked for an excuse to leave, wanting to give them more space.
● That was when they couldn’t take it anymore.
● Xie Lian gently took your hand and asked, in a low voice, whether he had done something wrong.
● Then Hua Cheng spoke directly, without beating around the bush:
“If you’re pulling away because you think you don’t have a place here… you’re wrong.”
● They admitted that they had noticed your feelings. And then, they admitted theirs as well.
● Xie Lian was afraid of pressuring you, and Hua Cheng was afraid that you might feel like just an addition.
● But you finally realized that their affection had never been one-sided.
● You built it together.
Without rush. Without guilt. Without leaving anyone behind.
● Over time, the presence of the three of you together stopped feeling new or fragile and became simply… natural.
● During the day, small routines became something shared.
● You helped Xie Lian cook simple meals, laughed when something went wrong, and Hua Cheng always showed up to taste the food with teasing remarks — but finished everything in the end.
● Sometimes, you tended to Xie Lian’s minor injuries after missions, and Hua Cheng watched in attentive silence, feeling something warm in his chest at the care you showed his gege.
● Other times, it was Hua Cheng who returned tired, and you were the one who pulled him down to sit, holding his hands longer than necessary. He never complained. He just stayed there.
● There were quiet nights when the three of you sat side by side, not talking much. Just existing together.
● Xie Lian rested his head on your shoulder. Hua Cheng stayed on the other side, attentive, present. And you felt that, for the first time, you didn’t need to pull away to protect anyone.
● You were a home.
● You began sleeping frequently at the Puqi Shrine and at Paradise Manor.
● Sometimes on an improvised mattress on the floor, sometimes sharing space with them in a calm way, without haste, without tension. There were nights when Hua Cheng sat leaning against the wall, Xie Lian lay beside him, and you ended up falling asleep between the two of them, wrapped in a safe warmth.
● Xie Lian always woke up first.
● He covered you carefully when he noticed the night was colder, brushed your hair away from your face, and smiled softly as he watched you still sleeping. There was something deeply comforting in caring for you in that simple, almost domestic way.
● Hua Cheng pretended not to notice — but he always noticed.
● He was the one who pulled you closer when he sensed you were restless, who placed a firm arm around you without saying a word, as if saying “I’m here” through the gesture alone.
● But of course, between couples there were always nights a little more… warm.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
"A-ah... A-Lang..." Your voice comes out a little shaky.
The three of you were in bed with Hua Cheng behind you and Xie Lian in front of you.
Xie Lian held your knee, preventing your legs from closing as Hua Cheng touched your clitoris.
Xie Lian's gaze shifts between you and Hua Cheng, his eyes absorbing every small change in your expression. Meanwhile, Hua Cheng lets out a low laugh behind you, his hand never ceasing its slow, firm movements against you.
The only thing you didn't like, or rather, found unfair, was that while you were completely naked, both men were still wearing pants.
Hua Cheng murmurs in your ear: "Are you enjoying this, ai-qi?"
Xie Lian's grip on your leg intensifies slightly in response—the sight of you beginning to unravel sending a wave of heat through him. But he keeps his voice steady as he whispers, "Or do you need something else?"
"Why do I have to answer that—ah!" you struggle a little, Ruoye tightening his grip on your wrists. "A-Lang..."
Hua Cheng's laughter deepens with his panting sigh, his eyes darkening with amusement at how you fight against Xie Lian's grip. He leans even closer, his warm breath against your ear.
"Because we want to hear you say it," he murmurs, a slight mischievous smile in his voice. "We want to hear you beg."
Xie Lian can't help but let out a silent sigh at that—the thought sending a wave of heat through his body as well. He squeezes your leg, keeping you firmly pinned in place.
"Please... give me... give me something more than just this..."
Xie Lian exhales sharply through his nose, his fingers tightening slightly on your thigh. Hua Cheng, meanwhile, lets out a low murmur of approval behind you.
"More?" Hua Cheng repeats in feigned surprise, though the way his fingertips deliberately glide over her clitoris now reveals how much he enjoys hearing her beg.
Xie Lian leans abruptly forward, pressing himself until his lips brush against hers as he murmurs, "You should know not to ask for things when we're already so indulgent with you." His hand releases one of her legs to gently but firmly cup her chin, forcing eye contact between the three before adding darkly, "San Lang."
Hua Cheng's smile becomes frankly predatory at this tone...
Ruoye's grip on his wrists loosened, and Hua Cheng stopped touching her, shifting slightly to the side. But before you had time to catch your breath and process everything, Xie Lian gently pushed her onto the bed.
Xie Lian's mouth leaves a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses along her neck, his tongue occasionally slipping out to savor the skin there. He descends further and further, leaving damp marks on her collarbone and chest. Then, without warning, he takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and teasing the bud between his teeth until it becomes taut and swollen.
Hua Cheng had lowered his pants while slowly caressing his own penis. His flushed, intimate face excited her greatly; she closed her eyes and sighed at the sensation.
Xie Lian's fingers pinch her nipple as he watches her with half-closed eyes – his own breath escaping in short, controlled exhalations.
Hua Cheng lets out a hoarse laugh from where he's sitting beside you, his hand still lazily caressing himself. "Look at him," he murmurs to you—though it sounds more like an order than a comment.
And you obey.
One of Xie Lian's hands slides between your thighs while the other continues its torment on your chest now… His thumb brushes that same sensitive spot just above where Hua Cheng was touching before, before pressing it firmly.
Xie Lian hovered over you as he began rubbing his erect member against you. "You want it inside? I guess no more preparation is needed, right?" He tilted his head toward you.
"Y-yes…" You whispered to him.
He believed you and began to penetrate you slowly. You leaned back against the sheets as you held him with your hand, trying to get used to his size.
"A-Lian~" You moaned to him.
He just chuckled before settling completely inside you. The sensation alone was enough to make you gasp.
"Let me know when you're okay, okay?" He stroked your waist, moving up and down to your hips, hoping to make you feel better.
"Okay..."
"Gege," Hua Cheng murmured softly as Xie Lian reached the bottom inside you, "you should see how tightly it's wrapped around you." His voice was husky with desire, despite the teasing tone.
Xie Lian shuddered at those words—his hips moved slightly in response before he forced himself to stay still for your sake. His fingers dug into your waist possessively as he leaned in to press a fiery kiss against your lips: "Breathe."
He still didn't move; waiting until you gave any sign that it was okay for him to continue...
"You can move now."
Xie Lian lets out a sharp sigh through his nose—part relief, part pure desire—before obeying. His hips roll forward in a slow, deliberate thrust; the movement calculated to brush every sensitive spot inside you without going too fast yet.
Hua Cheng's grip around you intensifies as he watches Xie Lian dismantle you like this—his mischievous smile turning wild as his breath catches again: "That's right," Hua Cheng purrs from where he's sitting nearby now… "Let him hear how good it is."
Xie Lian's rhythm remains controlled, yet deep; each movement of his hips punctuated by ragged breaths between kisses pressed haphazardly along your jaw until, suddenly: He stops completely over you with an indecipherable expression passing over features normally so composed…
"Xie Lian?"
Xie Lian's head lowers to bury his face in the curve of your neck, the sound of your voice breaking something inside him. His hips move forward involuntarily, his breathing uneven as he desperately tries to control himself for just one more moment. "I want—" His voice comes out sounding shattered, barely above a whisper: "I want you to say it, darling..."
"What?"
Xie Lian's entire body freezes at the sound of your voice—his hips tremble mid-thrust as he lifts his head to look at you with dilated pupils. His breathing is uneven, his lips parted like those of a man who has already lost control but still fights against it.
Hua Cheng lets out an incredulous laugh from where he's watching it all unfold. "Tch." He leans in suddenly—close enough that his next words brush against your ear: "He wants you to say his name while they fuck you." A pause, then softer: "...Like I did before."
Xie Lian makes a sound somewhere between protest and surrender before pressing his forehead against yours desperately; Waiting for exactly what Hua Cheng just demanded...
"Haha... I understand, A-Lian."
Xie Lian gasps for air at your teasing tone - his whole body tenses as if you'd hit him.
His hips move forward again, this time without any restraint; the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room now.
Hua Cheng watches Xie Lian melt like this with unbridled satisfaction before suddenly reaching out to grab his husband's chin - forcing eye contact between the three of them as he growls: "Say it right or I'll take control."
Xie Lian shudders violently at the threat, but still manages to whisper in a choked voice: "A-(name)!" It comes out more as a plea than anything else.
Xie Lian pulls out of you and sits up watching himself,
Hua Cheng going before you pushed you on top of Xie Lian, so that his butt was facing him. "I can't wait any longer for my turn," Hua Cheng said, poking your buttocks with the tip of his penis.
"And this time I'm going to fuck you harder," Itome said close to your ear.
Xie Lian penetrated you again, and the sensation was different this time. Suddenly, you felt something cold on your anus and looked back, seeing Hua Cheng pouring oil directly inside you. You and Xie Lian simply waited for him to finish while you buried your face in his neck.
"Are you ready?" Hua Cheng asked.
You simply nodded, and he slowly penetrated you.
"You're even tighter here, Ài-qī~" He chuckled as he continued to penetrate.
Both of you began to move slowly together, and the new sensation truly provided extreme euphoria. You could feel them alternately rubbing against your inner walls, and you knew they felt the same.
Xie Lian and Hua Cheng were breathing heavily now—their eyes fixed on you with blatant hunger as they watched you melt between them.
As if sensing where this was going, Xie Lian suddenly reaches out and cupped your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze.
His eyes are half-closed with desire as he murmurs a trembling "Please..."
He doesn't need to say anything more; you knew exactly what he was asking. That single word in a choked voice was enough for you to know what he wanted to hear... and to know that you were desperate to give it to him at that moment. "A-Lian..." you whisper to him in response.
Hua Cheng snorts at your obedience, his hands settling on your waist in a possessive grip as he murmurs, "And what about me, darling?"
"A-Cheng..." you breathlessly reply, turning slightly to look fully in his direction.
The effect your response has on both of you is instantaneous—their grips become almost blunt as Hua Cheng's smile returns in full force. Xie Lian's eyes darken even more as he murmurs, "Good girl."
A sharp, hoarse groan escapes Xie Lian's throat as he loses all control; his thrusts become erratic and deep now.
Hua Cheng growls something obscene against the back of his neck in response, but doesn't stop moving either—the crack of skin against skin echoes louder with each brutal forward movement until, suddenly:
"Damn it," Hua Cheng growls through clenched teeth so tightly that it now hurts him too... "She's squeezing us like she never wants us to leave."
Xie Lian can only murmur agreement into the sweat-dampened skin beneath him—too much to speak coherently.
After a few more minutes, the three of you, one by one, reached orgasm.
Xie Lian and Hua Cheng both lean in and bite down hard on either side of your neck when they reach their peak-leaving marks that will definitely be there for days now.
Xie Lian finally pulls away slowly, collapsing next to you on the bed. Meanwhile Hua Cheng carefully releases you before falling into his side, too worn out to do much else but pull you into his arms. The three of you remain like that for a moment, panting for breath still.
Xie Lian's eyes flutter open as he slowly recovers enough to speak again: "...You two... are going to be the death of me."
Hua Cheng lets out a low, satisfied hum against your shoulder- his arms tightening around you possessively even in the aftermath. "Worth it," he murmurs without an ounce of regret.
Xie Lian exhales sharply through his nose at Hua Cheng's words but doesn't argue; too spent to do much more than nuzzle into your hair with a quiet sigh. His fingers trail lazily over the marks on your neck now-touching them almost apologetically despite how thoroughly wrecked he is too...
A beat passes before Hua Cheng suddenly adds in a drowsy voice: "Next time, we're not stopping until they pass out from pleasure first."
Xie Lian chokes on air beside you while you can only whimper weakly between them both still trapped beneath their combined weight like this.
Well, love is truly a wonderful thing.
You love these two more than anything, and they love you too.
「 Xie Lian & San Lang / Hua Cheng x Quiet! Male Reader 」
➴ Versão português
➴ OPEN REQUESTS!
╰┈➤ Request: I would like to ask for some Hualian headcanons with a reader who usually writes a lot of love letters because he has difficulty expressing love verbally.
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If you asked anyone, regardless of whether they were a god or a ghost, what the most powerful calamity was; they would definitely answer: "The Night That Never Speaks, but Swallows Stars."
So imagine the surprise on both sides, when from one day to the next, this entity appeared dating the god formerly called "His Highness Who Pleased the Gods." and the calamity "Crimson Rain Sought Flower.".
After spending some time dating this being who referred to himself as M/n, Xie Lian and San Lang realized that he was good at simply everything – being one of the oldest people to ever walk the Earth has its advantages.
After living for so long, he has literally become a pro at basically everything – both useful and useless.
Martial arts, cooking, spiritual power, farming, painting, sculpting, how to build a house from scratch, how to make origami, how to catch a fish by hand, and the list goes on.
But there was one thing he was simply terrible at – opening up to people verbally.
Knowing this difficulty, M/n decided to show his love to his two husbands in other ways: Cooking for them, doing anything they ask and much more.
M/n and San Lang definitely don't care one bit about the taste of Xie Lian's food. His monstrous food is nothing compared to the things M/n had to eat to survive. Even if his food could kill someone with poison, it wouldn't work on M/n – his body is completely immune to any kind of poison. A small gift from past failed attempts to kill him using the most lethal poisons.
M/n loves cooking for both of them. His cooking skills are incredible – better than any chef out there.
And M/n is sure that San Lang is too busy happily eating the food prepared by one of his two husbands to care about how it tastes – or maybe it's because he's already dead.
The first time they received one of M/n letters, they didn't immediately understand what was happening.
At the moment, the two were just sitting at the dinner table talking, when M/n walked through the door, handed a letter to each of them and left without saying a word.
With a confused look on their faces, they opened the letter and were met with handwriting so elegant it was almost indecipherable.
Xie Lian had an easier time understanding the writing – having been royalty for part of his life.
But, San Lang...
Xie Lian definitely spent the next few minutes helping him.
To tell the truth, it couldn't even be called a letter – Xie Lian's was just M/n praising the food he made for lunch, saying it wasn't that bad. San Lang's, on the other hand, said his hair looked nice that day.
It may seem like a small thing, but this was a big deal for both of them. M/n isn't one to talk much – a part of his personality shaped by spending so many years alone walking these lands.
And much less show your love verbally, choosing to show it through acts of service and gifts.
Even if those few words weren't much, it didn't matter – but rather, the intention behind it.
After spending some time talking and coming up with a plan while having a smile on their faces, they decided to respond to his letter with another letter.
And Xie Lian definitely spent the next few minutes helping San Lang with his writing difficulties.
While this was happening, M/n was outside watering some plants. His face looked unfazed, but he was freaking out inside.
What would Xie Lian and San Lang think of his letter? Was it too vague? He wanted to write more, but the words just wouldn't come...
He had so much to say about every part he loved about each of them. But just as he was about to start writing the letters, he simply froze and stared at the blank paper for the next few minutes.
While he was caught up in thought and watering a plant more than he should have, he didn't notice the presence of two figures approaching behind him.
M/n froze when he felt someone tapping his shoulder – looking back, he saw his two husbands smiling.
Turning completely towards both of them, Xie Lian quickly hands him something, stands on tiptoe and steals a small kiss, leaving soon after with an innocent smile on his face – soon after, San Lang imitates the same movements before following Xie Lian into the house.
Without understanding anything that just happened, M/n looks at what they just handed him – only to come across two letters.
M/n had received several of these throughout his life: confessions, proposals, contracts... threats. But never from a loved one, so he gave a rare smile and carefully opened one of the letters.
Xie Lian's is elegantly written, with at least five words – unlike his own. In it, he thanked him for the compliment about the food and complimented his own in return – saying it was definitely his favorite. This surprised him, since Xie Lian was once a prince of a prosperous kingdom and had definitely eaten dishes from renowned chefs – and yet, he chose his food as his favorite.
San Lang's handwriting was nearly indecipherable, but he'd seen worse – so it was easy to decode. Regardless, he could see that San Lang really tried his best to write, and that Xie Lian definitely helped him. In it, he said he was very happy with the compliment and responded by saying that M/n's hair was the softest thing he'd ever touched. At the end of the letter, he asked when M/n would next help him comb his hair.
As he read the letters, M/n's smile continued to grow with each word.
He slowly realized how their reply letter wasn't something long and information-filled – he was used to hearing from his former friends about the letters they received from their loved ones, which overflowed with all kinds of thoughts and feelings.
When he asked them how a letter worked, they explained that if you wanted to send one, you wrote it and had someone deliver it – but it used to take so long to be delivered, replied to, and sent back, that they would write about lots of different things to make the trip worthwhile.
So he ended up having this mentality for years about letters – that he had to write a lot. And since he'd never had a person in his life return his love in kind, he could never put it into practice.
But seeing as how his few words weren't a problem, and that both his husbands responded in the same way, M/n was able to relax a little.
Still with a smile on his face, he carefully folded the letters and put them inside his hanfu.
While gently tapping near the heart area where he placed them as if it were something precious, he walked towards home with one thing in mind – practicing his confession letters!
And that's how M/n spent the next few days writing little letters to his husbands.
At first, they were the same as their first – few words and somewhat vague. But always praising them in some way.
After a while, he gradually improved – he was able to write more than 5 words and ended with a short: "I love you." – which made Xie Lian and San Lang very happy.
They were so proud of M/n for being able to find something to express his feelings!
And of course, they both responded with their own letters – deciding in a silence agreement, responding to them with the same intensity so as not to overwhelm him.
As the days went by, M/n finally understood, after so many years, what his old friends had said with: "There's so much I want to tell them that I just can't stop writing!" – because now he found himself in the same situation.
He never thought he would one day be writing a letter to someone special – let alone two!
So, after a few months of training, he finally managed to complete an entire sheet saying everything he felt about both of them.
The three of them found themselves in a large flower field, searching for a medicinal plant. Xie Lian and San Lang were searching in one part, while M/n was a little further away – with the excuse that he was looking in a specific place.
But the truth is that M/n was hiding two letters, feeling more nervous than usual – for the first time, and perhaps the only time, he expressed his feelings and emotions like never before in his entire life.
After being betrayed so many times by people close to him and loved ones, he decided to simply close himself off completely – and after so many years, he was finally able to open up again.
It may not have been the words spoken, but those two letters were worth just as much.
Sighing, he calms down a bit. Taking a deep breath and with a new determination in mind, he walks toward his two husbands.
When they both feel M/n's presence approaching, they turn around – only for him to slowly extend his arm and hand them something.
" ...Please, read. " M/n says in a low voice, almost pleading as he looks at the floor – unable to look them in the eyes.
This leaves Xie Lian surprised, and at the same time, worried – he had never seen M/n behaving like this, much less speaking with this tone.
San lang quickly takes on a more serious demeanor, thinking something bad has happened to him.
Without saying anything, they hesitantly take the letters and open them – as they read, M/n's mind was racing.
Was it too much? Did he say something wrong?
Opening up to people again was a mistake...?
His thoughts are suddenly interrupted when he feels two figures collide with him, causing him to take a step back. Slowly looking down, M/n finds his two husbands hugging him tightly.
Without a word being said, M/n could understand what that meant. This made him give a small laugh of relief, feeling his body relax. Giving a genuine smile after so long, he hugged them both back.
I noticed that you write for TGCF, and I wanted to know if you could write HuaLian x female! Pregnant reader? Either one or both of them got her pregnant (not sure how the second option would work, but anything can happen in fiction....right?) If you're not comfortable with writing this, feel free to ignore!
Fluffy! TGCF
Notes: Fluffy! Content. Hua Cheng x FEM! Reader x Xie Lian. The reader is preggy with Hua Cheng's child. Short but cute fic. Both men are attentive, protective and affectionate to reader. Enjoy 😊.
HuaLian x Pregnant! Fem! Reader
"Baobei! There you are! You had us so worried!" Xie Lian sighs in relief. Both men walk up to you as you sit near the small spring.
"I'm sorry, I wanted to go for a walk. And the two of you seemed so busy." You say as you gently rub circles on your enlarged belly. It's been seven months. Two more and you get to see your little one. It was Hua Cheng's child whom you're carrying. And Xie Lian will take his turn once you've recovered as he wanted to have a child too. You didn't complain as both men were so loving and attentive, you couldn't ask for better partners.
"Still. You should at least inform us next time so at least one of us gets to go with you... You made us so worried. We looked everywhere." Xie Lian says as he sits to your left while Hua Cheng sits to the right.
"Sorry... I'll keep it in mind." You say and in response, Xie Lian gives you a kiss on the cheek making you smile.
"You're forgiven." Xie Lian smiles, one of his hands gently pushes your head to rest on his shoulder to which you do so happily.
"How is the little one? He must be feeling stuffy in there since he made you go for a walk." Hua Cheng chuckles as he lays a hand on top of yours that was on your belly.
"He's alright. I don't mind going out for a walk. Laying on the bed made me feel so stuffy as well." You pout making both men chuckle in amusement.
"We apologize, Baobei. San Lang and I thought It was best for you to just stay in bed for you and your baby's safety. We didn't want our most precious ones getting tired." Xie Lian kisses the side of your head. You sigh softly, snuggling yourself even more to Xie Lian while you intertwine hands with Hua Cheng.
"Mm. We just want both of you happy and comfortable." Hua Cheng adds as he lifted your intertwined hands, giving a kiss to yours.
"I understand. Although you two are overprotective sometimes." You huff making the two chuckle again.
"We don't regret it. You're more fragile now that you're with child." Hua Cheng teases making you pout.
"Now San Lang, we don't want Baobei's mood to sour." Xie Lian chuckles making you whine as you look at him. Hua Cheng smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple making you relax slightly.
"I apologize Gege. She's always been so fun to tease."
I just found your blog, I enjoy your writing style, and I was wondering if I could Request either Hua Cheng, or Hualian x fem!reader?
The prompt would be where Reader either is with Hua Cheng as he's working in the Gamblers den, or with the both of them, and is really, and I mean really tired- And ends up asleep between them both. Or on Hua Cheng's lap.
Sorry if the prompt is confusing, but I hope ypu have a great day/afternoon/evening/night!!
Ps. You can ignore this if you're busy or feeling out of it. You are the priority. I also apologize if you're not accepting requests at the moment, I couldn't find anything on how many asks you'd gotten by this time.
Oh heck yea I can do this! Thank you for requesting! Been a bit since I had a Tgcf x reader request! Also I’ll be doing hualian as I don’t want to separate them (but I definitely don’t mind adding a third~ lol).
You and hua cheng were in the gambling den, him on his thrown while you were on his lap. Only reason xie lian isn’t here yet was because he needed to do stuff to puqi shrine, leaving the two of you for the time being until he came back.
You start to get sleepy, ignoring it as you wanted to see xie lian when he returns to you two, sadly sleep was too strong as in the next hour; that you somehow made it to before submitting to sleep, you were out like a light.
You didn’t get to see xie lian when he returned like you had hoped, it didn’t help that hua cheng quickly ended business in the gambling den once he notice your sleeping form; which wasn’t long before he noticed, he carried your sleeping form to your bed so that you can rest more comfortably, even though he really wanted you to stay in his lap, he couldn’t let you have back pain from the awkward position you were sleeping in on his lap.
But hua cheng did have your head in his lap as the rest of your body laid on the comfy bed as he waits for his other lover to return, he didn’t have to wait long thankfully as xie lian returned soon after putting your head in his lap.
Xie lian cooed at his two lovers as he walked into the room, no matter how much he has seen it, it was still a lovely sight to see. He and hua cheng both know that you can get tired very easily even while not doing much, so they made it a habit to bring you somewhere comfy and cozy to rest it, making sure to end whatever they were doing when they noticed your mood shift.
It needn’t matter however important it was, they would always end it so that they can see your relaxed and peaceful face while you slept.
They do slightly worry for how often you get sleepy but they find out that it’s just one of your quirks about you that makes them love you even more. They can’t help but coo and cater to you, especially when you give them such a sleepy lidded expression, it just makes them want to keep you in their arms as they gave you affection.
(A/n: hope y’all enjoyed it! I went with the route of reader always being sleepy rather than this being a one off tired scenario, so I hope you don’t mind that! Anyway, not much else to say so until next time! Bye bye!)
cw: dom reader, gender neutral, sub mu qing, brat mu qing, impact play, verbal degradation, light breath control,religious/spiritual setting,
setting: a collapsed shrine in the forest. the storm outside makes the roof rattle. mu qing is half-undressed, chest rising and falling fast. you’re standing over him, calm. he’s not going anywhere.
“keep pretending you’re untouchable,” you whispered, your voice just a breath against his lips. “i dare you.”
then you slammed him back against the stone.
mu qing gasped, robes tangled and loose, wrists caught in your grip above his head. his lip was bleeding—your doing—but he wasn’t complaining. not yet.
“i said…” your voice dropped into a growl, “do you think you’re too holy to be fucked like a common whore?”
he hissed through his teeth, trying to jerk his wrists free. “i’m not— you won’t—” but the tremble in his thighs gave him away.
you grinned slowly.
“you want this,” you said, letting go of one hand just to unbuckle your belt. he didn’t move. he couldn’t. not with the way his knees had given out.
you slipped the belt through the loops—slowly, on purpose—and watched his throat bob as he swallowed.
then you reached down, shoved his robes up to his hips, and dragged the leather across his inner thigh.
he shivered.
“you talk too much,” you said. and brought the belt down.
crack.
he bit back a cry, jaw clenched, but his back arched off the stone and his cock twitched where it lay flushed and leaking against his stomach.
“i should gag you,” you mused, trailing your hand up his trembling chest. “but hearing you whimper’s just too good.”
he turned his face away, cheeks bright red. “i’m not— you think i’m going to beg for you?”
you leaned close, teeth against the shell of his ear. “no. i think you’re going to break.”
your hand closed around his throat—just tight enough to remind him who he belonged to.
“and when you do,” you whispered, dragging the belt across his ass, “you’ll thank me for ruining you.”
mu qing let out a strangled noise—half fury, half desperate need—and when you pressed your knee between his legs, he ground down on it like he hated himself for it.
perfect.
absolutely fucking perfect.
your knee stayed firmly between his legs. he kept grinding down against it, desperate and needy—but trying to play it off like he wasn’t doing it on purpose.
“what’s wrong, mu qing?” you murmured, fingers sliding slowly down his throat, across his chest. “is the altar not the only thing you’re making a mess of tonight?”
“i’m not—” he started, but you clamped your palm over his mouth and pressed.
“shhh,” you whispered. “i’m talking.”
his eyes went wide. and there it was—that glimmer. not fear. excitement. that dangerous, aching thrill of surrender. of being broken and rebuilt in your hands.
you slid your hand between his legs.
touched him—just once, slow and deliberate.
he was soaked.
“pathetic,♡” you said with a smile. “look at you. dripping like you belong to me.”
“i don’t—!” he choked, more reflex than defiance.
crack.
the belt came down again. hard. right over the same spot.
his back arched. his voice broke.
“say it,” you demanded, gripping his cheek and forcing his eyes to meet yours. “say who you belong to.”
mu qing grit his teeth, eyes glassy, thighs shaking beneath you.
“say it.”
“no—”
crack.
another blow. and another. you didn’t stop until his breath hitched, his hips started moving on their own, and his voice finally—finally—shattered.
“…yours.”
“what was that?”
“…i’m yours.”
“how?”
“i’m yours~,” he repeated, hoarse, humiliated, burning.
you stroked him again. this time, he didn’t flinch away. this time, he moaned for it.
“good boy,” you whispered. “now… open your mouth. we’re not done.”
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author's note: omg, anon i've wanted to do this for a long time <3333 i really love that idiot mu qing.
