🧵FIRST THREAD FIC
🖌️ My take on a calligraphy practice
🧽 Or rather, its aftermath
🖤 Some bittersweet, gentle Wu Ming loving
🔞 NSFW, Mild hurt/comfort, mentions of book 4
#tgcf #wulian #hualian
🖌️ My take on a calligraphy practice
🧽 Or rather, its aftermath
🖤 Some bittersweet, gentle Wu Ming loving
🔞 NSFW, Mild hurt/comfort, mentions of book 4
#tgcf #wulian #hualian
Xie Lian knows that calling him nameless was not the cruelest thing he has done to him.
With each splash, black stripes dissolve, becoming one with the darkening warm water.
On the nearby chair, black clothes are folded neatly, with a white smiling mask resting on the top.
With each splash, black stripes dissolve, becoming one with the darkening warm water.
On the nearby chair, black clothes are folded neatly, with a white smiling mask resting on the top.
The same mask he hid a smile underneath.
A smile of devotion, fulfillment and sacrifice.
Black are the drops, sliding down the alabaster skin before him, ink staining the washcloth in his hand.
A smile of devotion, fulfillment and sacrifice.
Black are the drops, sliding down the alabaster skin before him, ink staining the washcloth in his hand.
The water ripples a bit, more grayish black now amidst the stirring and swirling of ink. Xie Lian tries to not see human faces in it.
Shaking his head he resumes to caress that pale back, tracing the remnants of the lines of
'San Lang'.
Shaking his head he resumes to caress that pale back, tracing the remnants of the lines of
'San Lang'.
'San Lang'
'Hua Cheng'
'Beloved'
'Husband'
So many names assigned to the former nameless soldier.
Hua Cheng would argue and say: bestowed upon.
'Hua Cheng'
'Beloved'
'Husband'
So many names assigned to the former nameless soldier.
Hua Cheng would argue and say: bestowed upon.
He is sitting in the bathtub, shoulders slumped, looking out of place.
He might feel out of place too, Xie Lian muses, absentmindedly rinsing the washcloths.
In this form that obviously fake, mischievous obedience of his is gone.
He might feel out of place too, Xie Lian muses, absentmindedly rinsing the washcloths.
In this form that obviously fake, mischievous obedience of his is gone.
Xie Lian doesn’t know if it's for the sake of staying in character… or his San Lang has the need to revert back to someone who can show some level of vulnerability and pliantness once in a while.
It would be foolish to ask and either way—he is driven by the need to provide.
It would be foolish to ask and either way—he is driven by the need to provide.
Because regardless of what form his husband takes, Xie Lian fully dedicates himself to his tasks: Spoiling Hua Cheng—pampering Wu Ming.
He smudges the writing on the expand of that ghostly pale back,
'Chengzu'
Then he rinses the cloth and does the same with a
'Hua Cheng'
Xie Lian reaches the character under one of the many 'San Lang San Lang San Lang's and his ears burn from the memory:
'gege'
'Chengzu'
Then he rinses the cloth and does the same with a
'Hua Cheng'
Xie Lian reaches the character under one of the many 'San Lang San Lang San Lang's and his ears burn from the memory:
'gege'
He wrote that one down with trembling fingers and flushed face, yet his strokes remained neat and unfazed, impeccable.
It's still a mystery how he managed to do that.
It's still a mystery how Hua Cheng refrained from saying something coy.
It's still a mystery how he managed to do that.
It's still a mystery how Hua Cheng refrained from saying something coy.
He guides the cloth to his lower abdomen—he remembers hiding a 'Hong-er' there—but his gaze shifts.
Hua Cheng—no, Wuming—is visibly aroused, his half-hard length sways with the water around him.
"San Lang" Xie Lian's breath hitches as he reaches down…
Hua Cheng—no, Wuming—is visibly aroused, his half-hard length sways with the water around him.
"San Lang" Xie Lian's breath hitches as he reaches down…
… only to be stopped by a hand, shooting up to grab his.
"Your Highness…" He hears.
It's amazing how his husband changes attitude with changing skin.
They've done this a few times already.
Xie Lian doesn’t know who needs it the most.
"Your Highness…" He hears.
It's amazing how his husband changes attitude with changing skin.
They've done this a few times already.
Xie Lian doesn’t know who needs it the most.
His Wuming, Hua Cheng, is always beautiful like this, his red and black half-closed eyes shrouded by the upcoming mist.
It only makes Xie Lian more certain in his next move.
He coaxes his fingers out of his grip and breathes out simply: "Let me."
It only makes Xie Lian more certain in his next move.
He coaxes his fingers out of his grip and breathes out simply: "Let me."
Hua Cheng—no he is Wuming now—of course, lets him.
How could he go against His Highness wishes, when treated like this. Worthy of use... or love.
He closes his eyes and breathes, hazy fog blanketing his mind.
It began with a simple: "San Lang… I can't seem to find paper."
How could he go against His Highness wishes, when treated like this. Worthy of use... or love.
He closes his eyes and breathes, hazy fog blanketing his mind.
It began with a simple: "San Lang… I can't seem to find paper."
"Gege shouldn't worry about that," Hua Cheng said, secretly happy to have an excuse to lazily throw his brush away to who knows where. "I'll go find some. Unless gege doesn't prefer to use my skin instead." — Driven by a sudden cheeky idea, he added.
Turns out, he prefered.
Turns out, he prefered.
How or why he changed forms is the harder question.
It was a long back and forth with His Highness, who was adamant on "repenting something".
There's no thing he should be repentant about whatsoever.
He only ever wanted to be of use, protecting his beloved, his god.
It was a long back and forth with His Highness, who was adamant on "repenting something".
There's no thing he should be repentant about whatsoever.
He only ever wanted to be of use, protecting his beloved, his god.
The brush drew names and titles on this former, nameless, naked body.
He struggled to take it with dignity as His Highness graced him with ever precious strokes and names of endearment he doesn’t believe he really deserves.
His Highness held him through it with gentle words.
He struggled to take it with dignity as His Highness graced him with ever precious strokes and names of endearment he doesn’t believe he really deserves.
His Highness held him through it with gentle words.
The water in the bathtub is still warm.
He could only hope that his body is not too cold for His Highness, lest he feel any discomfort.
It seems to be no issue as His Highness continues fo feel him up.
Normally, Hua Cheng would be inclined to comment on it, to tease.
He could only hope that his body is not too cold for His Highness, lest he feel any discomfort.
It seems to be no issue as His Highness continues fo feel him up.
Normally, Hua Cheng would be inclined to comment on it, to tease.
But surrendering himself to his god, that works too.
He throws his head back and Xie Lian eagerly presses kisses along the pale arch of his neck. He wants to chuckle, wants to smirk, yet he does neither.
Xie Lian gets bolder by how he reacts to the touches—it's precious.
He throws his head back and Xie Lian eagerly presses kisses along the pale arch of his neck. He wants to chuckle, wants to smirk, yet he does neither.
Xie Lian gets bolder by how he reacts to the touches—it's precious.
Xie Lian's ink stained fingers are roaming all over his body now.
He wants to kiss the ink away.
Yet he remains Wuming.
He wants to pull him into the tub.
Yet he remains Wuming.
He wants to tear at his clothes and taste his skin.
Yet he remains Wuming.
He wants to kiss the ink away.
Yet he remains Wuming.
He wants to pull him into the tub.
Yet he remains Wuming.
He wants to tear at his clothes and taste his skin.
Yet he remains Wuming.
Despite the bold actions of his hands, Xie Lian’s forehead is burrowed in the juncture of his neck.
He is torn between looking and hiding.
Wuming's palms are clamped down onto the sides of the tub.
He is torn between looking and hiding.
Wuming's palms are clamped down onto the sides of the tub.
Xie Lian notices how they clench themself into fists and lets go again and again as he is feeling up the shaft.
Even the Wuming from back then had formidable skills and now he is a Supreme Ghost King—the wooden tub is prone to break.
Neither of them would mind that much.
Even the Wuming from back then had formidable skills and now he is a Supreme Ghost King—the wooden tub is prone to break.
Neither of them would mind that much.
Today it's different.
Today is about Wuming and granting him names while caressing his skin with a brush and making him feel loved and cherished.
To let him clean up in a tub and make him squirm under his touch.
Thinking such things, Xie Lian sets his mind and begins to work.
Today is about Wuming and granting him names while caressing his skin with a brush and making him feel loved and cherished.
To let him clean up in a tub and make him squirm under his touch.
Thinking such things, Xie Lian sets his mind and begins to work.
// TBC with 🔞
Xie Lian begins to work huh...
Threadfics are anxienty inducing, thank you for being here with me!
I'll be swift and bring the rest soon //
Xie Lian begins to work huh...
Threadfics are anxienty inducing, thank you for being here with me!
I'll be swift and bring the rest soon //
🔞 Hope it's not a surprise at this point, but this is an NSFW thread fic 🔞
Here's the continuation with Wuming in the tub and Xie Lian’s hands all over his body.
Here's the continuation with Wuming in the tub and Xie Lian’s hands all over his body.
With his other hand, Xie Lian is carefully reaching around his torso, exploring the hidden sensitive parts the same sneaky way he hid characters there.
It takes some time till Xie Lian’s wanderous hands seem to settle, his breath tickling Wuming's ear.
It takes some time till Xie Lian’s wanderous hands seem to settle, his breath tickling Wuming's ear.
His body is fully clothed, maybe a bit ruined by the ink by now.
The ring of ashes somehow wiggled it's way out of his robes, pressing onto Wumings back.
The ring of ashes somehow wiggled it's way out of his robes, pressing onto Wumings back.
Wuming indulges himself to think it meets his skin where the characters of 'Beloved' used to be.
The thought only makes him giddy, readily leaning into it.
The heel of Xie Lian’s palm brushes against his nipple and he surpresses a hiss as he feels himself twitching.
The thought only makes him giddy, readily leaning into it.
The heel of Xie Lian’s palm brushes against his nipple and he surpresses a hiss as he feels himself twitching.
The fingers around his length are delicate, but every rub is with intent, every callous sends vibrations all over his body.
The index and middle fingers are the most teasing ones, readily sliding along the veins, torturing him slowly only to stop just before the head.
The index and middle fingers are the most teasing ones, readily sliding along the veins, torturing him slowly only to stop just before the head.
His Highness is indeed, a very fast learner, intuitive and deligent.
Wuming wants to thank him for this vast attention.
Hua Cheng wants to sing his praises to no end.
Wuming wants to thank him for this vast attention.
Hua Cheng wants to sing his praises to no end.
Xie Lian is treating what's inside his palm with utmost care, like he would a white flower offering.
Holding the stem with trembling fingers while he is thumbing over the head like it would over petals, clearing off the glistering opalesque beads like dew.
Holding the stem with trembling fingers while he is thumbing over the head like it would over petals, clearing off the glistering opalesque beads like dew.
Hua Cheng shifts and it causes the water to slosh around.
Already dripping with need, yet he should sit properly, he should stay as he is, he should be good, obedient….
At the same time, Xie Lian begins to squirm, too.
Already dripping with need, yet he should sit properly, he should stay as he is, he should be good, obedient….
At the same time, Xie Lian begins to squirm, too.
The position they are in and the wall of the bathtub in-between makes it harder to see, but the way he is fidgeting in his seat, ah, he is definitely searching for friction…
But, of course. Hua Cheng is more than familiar with these tell tale signs: desire is stirring within His Highness too.
He is tempted to ask him to leave this play and let him take care.
The worst part is that he has agreed to ignore it today.
He is tempted to ask him to leave this play and let him take care.
The worst part is that he has agreed to ignore it today.
Otherwise, Hua Cheng would ruin him, marking up his beloved's skin with his teeth.
But he promised to be generous today and let the Ethics Sutra satisfy His Highness needs.
Only this once.
But he promised to be generous today and let the Ethics Sutra satisfy His Highness needs.
Only this once.
His Highness is hiding again, his deep, ragged panting and noises of embarrassment muffled by his shoulders. Heat is radiating from his cheeks, burning his watery-inky skin like a brand.
But this way, the lovely look of arousal is missing.
That won't do.
But this way, the lovely look of arousal is missing.
That won't do.
He tilts his neck and gently nuzzles the soft locks with his nose, nudging the hiding head with his chin.
He blows air into the ear closest to him and whispers softly:
"Your Highness, I'm not the one who is wearing a mask this time."
He blows air into the ear closest to him and whispers softly:
"Your Highness, I'm not the one who is wearing a mask this time."
Xie Lian lets out a light laugh and finally looks up to meet his eyes.
He momentarily gets lost in them.
Obsidian dark and vermillion red.
Xie Lian twists his fist experimentally, watching how Wuming throws back his head despite himself and swallows hard.
He momentarily gets lost in them.
Obsidian dark and vermillion red.
Xie Lian twists his fist experimentally, watching how Wuming throws back his head despite himself and swallows hard.
Xie Lian watches as the small protrusion on Wuming's neck bobs in anticipation. It makes him pick up speed.
Wuming can't help but grind his hips into it—then freezes.
No he is supposed to be obedient and good and take what His Highness is willing to grant him…
Wuming can't help but grind his hips into it—then freezes.
No he is supposed to be obedient and good and take what His Highness is willing to grant him…
Xie Lian momentarily hums before inquiring:
"San Lang is trying to be good?"
Hua Cheng's—Wuming's—reply is immediate:
"I couldn't go against His Highness' wishes."
"San Lang is trying to be good?"
Hua Cheng's—Wuming's—reply is immediate:
"I couldn't go against His Highness' wishes."
"But San Lang, you went against my wishes all the time as Wuming before… in fact… " Xie Lian clears his throat "I was hoping to get you as comfortable as you can get... to see if you're willing to accept my offering…"
He trails off.
He trails off.
They stare at each other in mutual understanding.
Xie Lian getting flustered, Hua Cheng getting hot and leaking at the unsaid admission:
Wuming was ready to take everything His Highness could offer, but His Highness wants him to TAKE everything.
Xie Lian getting flustered, Hua Cheng getting hot and leaking at the unsaid admission:
Wuming was ready to take everything His Highness could offer, but His Highness wants him to TAKE everything.
Hua Cheng—no, Wuming smirks.
If His Highness is fine with him being dominant…
He slides his tongue against his, taking the lead. It's so comforting that Xie Lian moans into it, his hands going slack, offering his hands, his fist, his everything to Wuming to use as he pleases.
If His Highness is fine with him being dominant…
He slides his tongue against his, taking the lead. It's so comforting that Xie Lian moans into it, his hands going slack, offering his hands, his fist, his everything to Wuming to use as he pleases.
It seems right to think about his God as his pleasure reaches its peak.
His body, formerly rigid from tension, finally finds its relief. He comes with a sigh and maybe a whisper of "Your Highness" on his lips.
His body, formerly rigid from tension, finally finds its relief. He comes with a sigh and maybe a whisper of "Your Highness" on his lips.
The next thing he knows is that he gets embraced from behind, a head once again hidden in the crook of his neck, dropping a gentle kiss on his shoulder, on his collarbone.
White gets mixed into the water. Grey colored and raging, yet Xie Lian is no longer looking for faces.
White gets mixed into the water. Grey colored and raging, yet Xie Lian is no longer looking for faces.
He rather just smiles, pulling Wuming up.
He dries off the residual ink and water, taking his time, until only one thing remains on the skin: characters of own name 'Xie Lian'—indelible, just like the person to whom that scribbled forearm belongs to.
He dries off the residual ink and water, taking his time, until only one thing remains on the skin: characters of own name 'Xie Lian'—indelible, just like the person to whom that scribbled forearm belongs to.
He helps him dress in translucent inner robes, loosening his hair from the messy bun he tied it up before the bath.
When he sinks to the bed it's in his true form.
Black hair is fanning around as he lands, his single eye twinkles as mischief returns to it.
When he sinks to the bed it's in his true form.
Black hair is fanning around as he lands, his single eye twinkles as mischief returns to it.
The eyepatch is gone, just like the smiling mask. There's no room for secrets between them after all.
They speak no words, only kissing languidly.
They speak no words, only kissing languidly.
But when Xie Lian wakes up the next morning, a red flower is tucked behind his ear.
Truly, along the long road of healing red flowers bloom.
//END
Truly, along the long road of healing red flowers bloom.
//END
Thank you all for reading, please take this white flower as an offering! 🌼
Also, NOW WITH ART by the one and only @yingfish 🐠❤️
Look at this bathing Wuming in all his ink tainted glory 🖌️
Also, NOW WITH ART by the one and only @yingfish 🐠❤️
Look at this bathing Wuming in all his ink tainted glory 🖌️
https://twitter.com/yingfish/status/1495418616812122121?t=KaB8rxvNYshyR4_QL1oUcw&s=19
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