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.
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Would some of y’all be interested in my Tgcf fanfic where the mc got reincarnated into Mu Qing from the very beginning (like during his childhood times)?
I take some inspo from SVSSS but the story will slowly take a darker turn in the future
a/n: this is my contribution to the tgcf x reader tag (also my first time posting anything here). this is so self-indulgent, sorry lmao. also, i wrote this in a haze on my phone lol.
cw: modern au, platonic, hua cheng is your big bro, overthinking, you have some self-deprecatory thoughts, hurt/comfort, gn!reader.
summary: when everything becomes too much, you will always have your brother by your side ♡
wc: 2k, whops
I’m nearing my breaking point...
Was what you were thinking in this exact moment.
The constant impression of standing on the edge of a cliff before a gaping abyss, with push after push shoving you closer and closer to the end of the ground under your feet, never knowing when the inevitable fall will come — it was a feeling you couldn’t get rid of. And even when you tried, it would get better for a few days, only to hit you ten times stronger and make you spiral ten times deeper into the darkest pit of desolation.
The overwhelming feeling like the world was turning against you was something you’ve got well acquainted with in your many years of studying, but this... this was something else.
Your focus would turn obsessive. You would try to make notes of every single subject in one night, cram as much knowledge into your brain as humanly possible, hell, you’d make a detailed timetable of every test, every project, every exam, every presentation, sketch the structure of every thesis chapter you have to hand in, all in the span of a week.
After all, you do not have much time. You do not have any time. It’s Monday, you blink, and it’s Saturday, and ten more handouts are lying on your desk. You would stress more, even more, and that, in turn, would impact your health.
Then you’d feel better one day, feel content with your life. Perhaps you’d meet with your friends, attend a concert, or make yourself a nice meal. And then you’d hear about another test coming soon, and you would spiral again. How could you be letting yourself relax so much, be so carefree, when your whole future was lying in your hands — hands that were doing everything but work.
That is exactly where you are right now, mentally. Closed in your dimmed room, hunched over your desk filled with papers and notebooks, next to which your laptop lay with at least ten tabs open. Your hands tremble as you try, and fail, to translate a file to a satisfactory level, the page stained with tears unhelpfully falling down your reddened cheeks.
Gasps and pants were the only sounds in your four walls, your uneven breathing making you feel dizzy.
Maybe it was also because of hunger — in your endeavour to get to studying as quickly as possible, you forgot to eat supper. Not like anyone will notice, either way. You were home alone. Your roommate (and brother) was staying the night at his boyfriend’s tonight.
They were planning to do it for weeks now, as both have been too busy to meet, and while you wanted Hua Cheng to stay, you couldn’t take that moment of happiness away from him.
Hua Cheng was always your best friend, ever since you were babies. He held your hand in the crib. Hummed you lullabies when you had nightmares. Protected you from bullies who used to push you around. Then he moved out to go to University, unfortunately leaving you, but always staying in contact, always asking about your day, if you needed anything.
And you would always reply with a happy ”Hi, Hong-er!” whenever you saw his name (humorously named ‘Chengzu’) pop up on the screen of your phone. He was a University student, though, so there were times when he wouldn’t text you for a few days.
You turned your focus to studying then. You liked gaining new knowledge, spending days in books, or watching documentaries about animals, the universe, or machinery when time permitted it. It was something you shared with your brother. When you were younger, you would sit on the playground near your house late into the night, and he would point out all the constellations he knew.
”Look there! That’s Gemini, or the twins, Castor and Pollux,” he said with a grin on his face.
You would stare, star-struck (forgive the pun), asking him for their stories.
”Born to the Queen of Sparta, Castor was mortal while Pollux was immortal. After Castor was killed, Pollux begged Zeus to let them be together forever. Zeus allowed Pollux to share his immortality, and the brothers were placed in the heavens as the constellation Gemini.
"That’s kinda like us, ‘cause we’re gonna be together forever, too!” he added. You noticed how his eyes reflected the stars, as if they were their own little galaxies, smiling down on you.
It was he who instantly offered you a place to stay once you turned eighteen, when you could finally leave your family home. You couldn’t understand it then, as you knew he wanted his boyfriend, Xie Lian, to move in with him, and yet he offered you the possibility of sharing a flat with him instead.
Were you really that important to him? You questioned yourself sometimes, when those dark thoughts took over your more rational side. I’m just a pest. I will never finish my degree. I will never write that thesis. I will never amount to anything. I’m nothing, just a useless piece of trash wasting everyone’s time.
You leaned your forehead on the desk, letting your tears go free. Still gasping and shaking, you didn’t hear the entrance door unlock, and couldn’t see a worried Hua Cheng come inside, looking around the flat. But what you did hear was the rustling of fabrics and your favourite weighted blanket being gently laid over your shoulders.
You gasped, not from the tears this time, but from shock. You looked up and saw Hua Cheng leaning down, one hand on the back of your chair and the other on your shoulder, with a worried frown on his face.
”Wha. . .” you continued to stare dumbly at him.
Then, with eyes wide like saucers, you remembered the tears and the mess around you. Raising your arms as fast as you possibly could, you began wiping sharply at your eyes. You then stood up and, very clumsily, tried to clean the mess. But the redness around your eyes, the snoot streaming out of your nose, and the ragged breathing still coming out of your lungs didn’t really help your case.
”W-What are you doing here? You should be at Xie Lian’s!” you wail. He shouldn’t be here; he can’t see you like this!
”My big brother alarm went off. There’s no way I wouldn’t come back to see what’s up,” he chuckled, but there was no real laughter behind it. He stood in place for a while, watching you panic in silence, before coming closer and grabbing you by the shoulders, so gentle, and turning you around to face him. And the look on his face—
That damn look on his face. The look he would always give you when he wanted to say ‘I’m here’. The slight tilt of the head, the scrunches eyebrows that screamed ‘I understand’ but were never filled with pity, and a smile so small, yet so loving.
A sad choke was your only response before diving into his arms and crying your eyes out. Your fingers gripped his red hoodie like a lifeline, while Hua Cheng hugged you closer, softly stroking your hair.
”Shhhh, it’s okay. Big brother’s here.” Hua Cheng whispered.
You were a little surprised; you weren’t met with his usual teasing; your eyes filled with new tears at his gentleness. It was exactly what you needed today. A simple warm hug was enough to quiet all the noise in your head.
After what felt like hours of swaying back and forth, both of you sat on the sofa in the living room with a cup of water and some snacks on the table in front of you (by virtue of Hua Cheng) and a dozen used tissues (by virtue of yourself). After you’d explained everything, Hua Cheng held your hand, his small gesture of presence. You leaned your head on your shoulder and gave a deep sigh. You were tired. You said as much.
”I’m tired. . .”
”Crying for hours will do that to you, yes.” Hua Cheng teased lightly, leaning his own head against yours. ”You know you do have time, right? It’s been, what, three months since the academic year began?”
”It feels longer than this,” you sniff. ”I have so much shit to do, Hong-er. Exams, tests, the thesis. . . I just feel like I won’t manage.” A prolonged whine leaves your lips. You feel pathetic.
The shoulder under your head moves, up and down, up and down. Was he laughing?
You shot up, disbelief painting your face. You’re venting to him, and he laughs?
”What the fuck?”
”Sorry, sorry.” he stops his chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. You still look at him with betrayal. With one last chuckle, he begins to explain himself.
”(Name), when are the exams taking place?” he asks.
”At the end of the semester,” you answer.
”How many exams will there be?”
”Three.” you answer, confused. You told him all about this before, why was he asking again?
”Will they be from a difficult course?”
”. . . Not really.”
He closes his eyes and lets out a chortle. You want to strangle him.
”Okay. The tests. Will they be difficult?” he continues.
”I don’t think so? I mean, we will have to translate documents by ourselves to a satisfactory standard and then—” he stops you before you can spiral again.
”Will you have any help, like dictionaries, to your disposal?”
You think.
”Yes. . .”
He hums and looks at you with intent. You look at him with more clarity, your shoulders slowly relaxing. Oh.
”The thesis. Do you have to hand it over already completed by the end of the year?”
”No, only a few pages.”
He stays silent, likely to let the realisation simmer longer. You look down in exhaustion and let out a pitiful chuckle. Of course, you were overthinking, making yourself spiral by none other than your own thoughts. Hua Cheng is looking at you, gently caressing your hand with his thumb.
”You know it’s okay, right? To worry. It means you’re putting in the effort to achieve your goals.” He says softly. ”And I know you will achieve them. One step at a time. One test at a time.”
You lay your head against his shoulder again, and he starts playing softly with your hair.
”And remember you have me, you doofus. You know that with my help, you’ll leave everyone else in the dust.” Of course, his stupid (although justified) ego had to shine through. You laugh, this time loud and happy. ”Of course, Almighty Chengzu. How could I ever forget?”
A happy silence followed, with the two of you content by each other’s side.
„Seriously though. . . Thank you, Hong-er. I really needed that,” you whisper.
”I’m just a call away, always,” he answers. ”And Xie Lian will be joining in a few. As soon as he heard you weren’t feeling well, he insisted on buying you that chocolate cake you adore,” he adds, a stupid smirk adorning his face.
”WHAT?! HUA CHENG I LOOK LIKE SHIT!”
”Don't you always?” his laugh was stopped by a pillow headshot.
credits to @apricusv do not plagiarise, steal, or feed to AI.
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