MuQing x FengXin (LeeYSunshine)
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your stare's 'bout to kill me by nobirdstofly
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
29 Jun 2021
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The top half of Fu Yao's face is obscured by an elaborate cat mask, but something about her pointed chin and unamused moue stirs something in Feng Xin. She looks mean. She looks hot. She's cross-legged, leaning forward with one elbow on her knee, chin propped on her hand as she scrolls through the chat with the other hand. Then someone in the chat writes, TAKE IT OFF, and Fu Yao scoffs.
“You think this is for you?” she scolds.
Feng Xin would know that sneer anywhere, and heat rushes to her belly at the derisive tone. She closes the laptop so fast she almost pushes it off the coffee table. She texts Xie Lian before she can think twice about it. Do you know what Mu Qing is doing???
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- Part 1 of tell me why my gods look like you
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★ [风情 | FengQing]: This Is Why Birthdays Are The Best! [TGCF ABO Universe] by FriedMozzarella
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
12 Dec 2023
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His Omega was so pretty, so wonderful. He had never heard anything sweeter than his purr. The boy was sleeping peacefully, and he realized he missed the color of his eyes. He missed his scolding, and his smiles, and his begging, and... that amazing feeling of being one, being restored to the thing you should have been, always. Them being one was perfection.
He smiled, and got the warm body out of the bath.
- Honey? Baby? Let's get you into pajamas, yea?
Just when had he gotten so sentimental? He had never in his life spoken like this! It didn't matter. Because he realized...
- I love you.
- Alpha... Come to bed...? Come to nest with me?
The Omega's voice was heavy, slow, dripping with sweet sap – Feng Xin could taste it in the air.
- Yes, honey. Pajamas first.
It was something of a struggle to get Mu Qing dry, and then get him into basic clothes, because he would constantly hug him, fall in his embrace, and try to kiss him. All flushed, too hot, Feng Xin was sweating, battling hands that were grabbing at him, and he was irritated, and he was also melting, because this was great, it felt great.
Was this what getting a little pup ready for bed felt like? Every day?Series
- Part 1 of ❅My Stupid Alpha❅/\❅My Rabid Omega❅
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The Best Way to One-Up your Rival (May have Side-Effects) by viari9
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
22 Jan 2024
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Xie Lian hadn’t given up. “It’s alright, though! We’ll just have to find something else for you to be worshipped for!”
Mu Qing looked at Xie Lian quizzically. “Something else?”
“Just like how Feng Xin became the God of Pleasure by a misunderstanding, you could also find a secondary domain of worship! Something that ghosts need or want...”
“Like what?”
Xie Lian cleared his throat lightly before he suggested, “How about becoming a God of Style?”
After losing one too many spars, Mu Qing finds out that—due to new worshippers of Ju Yang in Ghost City—Feng Xin's divine power had become ever-so-slightly stronger than Mu Qing's. Mu Qing's solution? Build a following in Ghost City, too: bigger and better than Feng Xin's. The issue? Ghosts don't care for martial arts or war at all! Mu Qing would have to find something else to be worshipped for.
Thus begins Mu Qing's life as Xuan Zhen: the God of Beauty.
Feng Xin thinks he might die.
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Size Isn't Everything But— by NicheAve
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
02 Nov 2021
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It happens too fast. One moment Feng Xin has Mu Qing's wrists pinned to the column, and the next, Mu Qing has slipped his wrists free, bunched his fists into Feng Xin's robes, and slotted a muscled thigh between Feng Xin's legs. Feng Xin freezes, face close enough to count each one of Mu Qing's eyelashes. Blood rushes south. Some little voice in the back of his head quips that he's going to develop a specific interest in Mu Qing's thighs if this keeps happening. A second little voice assures him he already has.Feng Xin ignores all of that, just as he does every time, and especially ignores how Mu Qing's tongue wets his lips before he speaks.
"Hm? I thought you would be bigger than that." Mu Qing shifts his thigh slightly, subtle, but the pebble tossed into Feng Xin's pond creates waves instead of ripples. "Just this? The fabled, mighty tool of Ju Yang…." Mu Qing leans closer, his breath teasing Feng Xin's lips as he speaks. "...Turns out to be nothing more than a dull knife in a sword's sheath."
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