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i keep asking people for their dihua first kiss headcanons (feel free to tell me yours!) so i figured it was about time i wrote mine out. reminder that requests are open, so please don't be shy about sending some in.
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so, a'fei kisses him. it doesn't quite feel familiar but it doesn't feel wrong, and after a moment li lianhua parts his lips and reciprocates. it's a sweet, slow thing, exploratory and with a tiny hint of teeth. a'fei tries to chase it when li lianhua pulls away, but a firm hand on his chest stops him.
"ah," li lianhua sighs, regretful and faintly aggrieved, "no, no, that won't do at all."
"you liked it," a'fei says. "why not?"
"oh," li lianhua says, schooling himself into a somewhat proper posture and not the dreamy slump of the recently kissed, "you'll understand when you're older."
a'fei squints at him.
"there are a lot of reasons," li lianhua amends, aiming to sound prim and not quite succeeding. "you'll remember them someday."
"i don't think i'll care," a'fei says, and li lianhua smiles at that.
"well, that's for the you of then to decide, not the you of now."
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"if you say so," a'fei says, doubtful, but doesn't try to stop li lianhua when he makes his escape toward the tower door.
"well," li lianhua says with the sly look he gets when he's sure he's got a winning hand, "it wouldn't be the first time di-mengzhu kissed me."
di feisheng's scowl is thunderous. "i wasn't myself," he says, "it doesn't count." it doesn't! a'fei had done a lot of things di feisheng wouldn't, and even if this, perhaps, was not one of them, it doesn't count.
"don't deny it, you'll wound my maiden heart," li lianhua says with an exaggerated swoon.
"did you like it that much," di feisheng says, frown deepening. li lianhua had quite liked it, hadn't he. di feisheng feels vaguely wronged, as if something has been taken from him.
"why, lao di," li lianhua says, sounding positively delighted, "are you jealous? of yourself?"
"preposterous." di feisheng crosses his arms. he is a man who simply takes what he wants; he does not get jealous! especially not of some other version of himself taking initiative that he hasn't.
"you are, aren't you," li lianhua says, nearly glowing in the moonlight. it's a terribly good look on him.
"they'll find us if you get any louder," di feisheng says, deflection as threatening as he can make it sound. li lianhua makes a show of covering his mouth as he laughs.
"come now, lao di," he says, crossing over to di feisheng's side of the table. "it's a fairly easy problem to solve, isn't it?"
di feisheng glares at him. li lianhua doesn't seem to notice, easing himself down onto the bench and twining his arms around di feisheng's neck. "isn't it?" li lianhua repeats, smiling up into his face.
it's awfully unfair of him, some beleaguered corner of di feisheng's mind notes, but they're kissing before he can finish the thought. his hands come up to anchor themselves on li lianhua's too-thin waist, squeezing possessively. it's less gentle this time, more teeth and more tongue, the edge of frustration making him impatient. li lianhua nips back gamely, and it isn't long before they settle into a rhythm of give and take, retreating and pursuing.
di feisheng drags li lianhua's lower lip out between his teeth as he pulls away, surveying li lianhua's blown pupils and flushed face with an air of proprietary triumph. he brings one hand up to cup li lianhua's face and trace his spit-shiny lips with his thumb.
"that," he says, "is our first kiss."
For the kiss meme, no. 20 for dihua, please!
"exhausted parents kiss" fic meme fill! always in need of more prompts.
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li xiangyi slumps onto the sofa burying his nose in di feisheng's shoulder with a tiny sigh. "i think he's finally asleep," he says, sotto voce, and di feisheng lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
neither of them had known what they were getting into when they agreed to take in the recently departed shan gudao's hitherto unknown child, but the rambunctious six year old had rapidly disabused them of any notion of quiet or easy. he's a cheerful child, despite his circumstances, and while li xiangyi wasn't prepared for the level of care he requires, he's determined to raise him properly. di feisheng has never seen himself as a parent, but he couldn't let the child just be shuffled into the system after a lifetime of escaping it himself.
"hopefully he stays down for a while," di feisheng says, curling his fingers into the short hairs at the nape of li xiangyi's neck, but he's not too optimistic. nine times out of ten xiaobao wakes up in the middle of the night and demands to be let into their bed. the effect on the previously vigorous sex life of two healthy young men goes without saying but di feisheng finds himself worrying about xiaobao's nightmares more than anything. he doesn't talk about them to either li xiangyi or himself, but they're working on getting him into therapy.
li xiangyi makes a soft noise and then then shifts to tilt his face up. "kiss me," he says, as imperious and endearing as the day they met, and di feisheng snorts but bends to comply. they kiss lazily, indulging in this little pocket of time they have to themselves, li xiangyi practically melting into it. it'll be bedtime for adults sooner rather than later, but neither of them are under the illusion that they'll have time for much more than this.
there's a cry from xiaobao's room just as li xiangyi slides his tongue between di feisheng's teeth and they both freeze. di feisheng withdraws with a sigh, pressing his forehead to li xiangyi's for a moment. "i'll get him," he says, and li xiangyi gives him another quick kiss before moving away.
di feisheng levers himself off the sofa, traveling to xiaobao's room with quick steps. li xiangyi hears him murmuring quietly to their nephew and sinks back into the cushions with a sigh. his family is complicated, but di feisheng is with him and li xiangyi has never met a more tenacious man. they'll be okay.
a kiss on a place of insecurity fic meme fill from discord, requests still open. yes, this is the version where dfs survives the purification process.
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some nights li lianhua lies awake and looks at the moonlight caught in di feisheng's hair, silver on silver, the sight of it blinding to his heart if not his eyes. he remembers all too well the sight of di feisheng bloody and triumphant, hair loose and pale, falling around his shoulders like an unseasonable snow drift. what have you done, li lianhua had cried, and di feisheng had smiled with red teeth and all the arrogance of jianghu's demon king when he said saved your life, and collapsed in li lianhua's arms.
li lianhua had been able to tow him back from death's door with the renewed vigor of yangzhouman that time, but his meridians were damaged beyond repair, a lifetime of training and cultivation gone, and for what? a dead man's life? it's not that li lianhua doesn't appreciate the depth of di feisheng's sacrifice or the returned strength of his body, he sometimes just cannot fathom being worth the cost. now, he gathers a handful of di feisheng's moonbright hair and brings it to his lips, presses his love and regret into the strands with kisses that taste of salt.
di feisheng, as always, wakes without a sound. he sleeps more deeply than he used to, both out of familiarity and his diminished senses, but old habits die hard. "what is it," he murmurs and li lianhua shakes his head. di feisheng hums warningly, a sound that means li lianhua won't get away with that tonight, and he sighs.
"don't you ever regret it," he says, still with his handful of moonlight, fingers twined in pale silk. di feisheng turns to face him fully, reaches out to tilt li lianhua's face up until their eyes meet.
"no," he says, and li lianhua's heart swells in his chest, never quite sure how to grapple with di feisheng's absolute pronouncements.
"but your martial arts," li lianhua says, doubt a clinging spectre in his soul, "you worked so hard..."
"i gave it up so you could live and i would do it again," di feisheng says, so sure that li lianhua feels almost embarrassed by his sincerity.
"you could have died," li lianhua says, grasping for his earlier certainty of his own unworthiness.
"i didn't," di feisheng says. "you didn't either. are you not happy?"
"i am," li lianhua says helplessly, disarmed. di feisheng has a way of extinguishing his misgivings by simply suffocating them with his surety. it's infuriating, but also reassuring.
"then it was worth it," di feisheng says, closing his eyes. "go back to sleep."
A03/FFN Fic Meme
Tagged by @clarasimone
I’ve never posted on FFN
AO3 Name: kingstoken
Fandoms: Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, The 100, Supernatural, Marvel Comics, Star Trek and various other fandoms
Number of Fics: 122
Fic you spent the most time on: Savior and Ice Queen, my abandoned Fear the Walking Dead/Walking Dead crossover fic, I added to it regularly for 5 months in 2018, and I still remember how I wanted to end it, but I have just lost all interest in writing Fear since the reboot
Fic you spent the least time on: Probably all the little comment fics I wrote for the 3 sentence ficathon
Longest fic: Savior and Ice Queen, 8148 words, I do not write really long fic
Shortest fic: Actual fic Bagpipes, 38 words, a short look at Scotty from Star Trek TOS, if we include poetry then Breathing, 27 words, a short poem I wrote for Murphamy Week a couple of years ago, but it can really apply to any pairing
Most hits: Husband, Jorah/Dany fic about the long night that I wrote along before it happened on the show
Most kudos: Winter Morning, my one and only SanSan fic,
Most comment threads: Winter Morning, man are SanSan shippers appreciative
Fave fic you wrote: I usually say Unexpected because it is for an extremely rare pairing in TWD fandom, Merle/Lori, and I’m only one of two authors who has ever written for it, as far as I know. However, I really love Dragon’s Breath, my most recent Dany/Jorah fic because it is very evocative, which isn’t my usual style, so I’m proud of that.
Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Nothing comes to mind at the moment, however, I do have an old WIP, that is a Barristan Selmy/Ashara Dayne fic, The Eyes of the Woman He Loved, that still haunts me a little, so maybe someday.
Share a bit of your WIP: This one is finished, but won’t be out for a few days, it is a GOT fusion fic, starring Sam/Rowena from Superatural:
Sam watched the Red Woman, as they called her, cross the courtyard of Castle Black. The temperature was frigid, but she only wore her dress and a simple woollen cloak, yet she seemed quite unbothered by the weather.
Tagging: @thereadersmuse @possibility221 @giallos @hedwig123 @jimmyhopper @starmaammke @lifeinpurplestars and anyone else who wants to, again I hope I didn’t tag anyone who doesn’t write fic, because sometimes I forget