Akumuyaki



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    Even after eight hundred years, Mu Qing could remember his mother’s name (Wen Xiaodan), what he called her (Māma) and what she looked like (an almost-exact copy of Mu Qing, only a lot happier and a little bit shorter); lord, he even vaguely remembered his elder siblings, who up and left their family before he was eight years old, but not his father.

    His father’s touch was warm, soft. His voice a deep, soothing baritone, his chest warm and safe. He remembered aspects, parts of the person but not the whole.

    Mu Qing longed to remember the whole

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    “No. Fuck you.” Mu Qing points a finger at Feng Xin’s chest. All his rage radiates outwards, too expansive to be contained within his body. “The sheer stupidity you exude made me come all the way out here looking like this to tell you to your face that I cannot believe, in the vast history of the world, that a person so positively asinine was birthed by some hapless mother.”

    Feng Xin gapes. Satisfaction floods Mu Qing. The feeling vanishes when he sees the look in Feng Xin’s eye, equal parts glazed over and darkened. It’s so far from Mu Qing’s intent that he has no choice but to be affronted.

    Then Feng Xin says, “you want to fuck about it?” And Mu Qing blanks.

    Reasonably, the answer should be no. Mu Qing will not go home and fuck a near-stranger. More importantly, he will not squander his morals to have sex with someone so stupid he was forced to chew him out face to face.

    “Idiot,” Mu Qing says. “Where’s your car?”

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    Mu Qing will not go on a date with a stranger, fuck a stranger, or have a breakdown in a stranger's bathroom after failing to succeed in the previous two. Feng Xin is the absolute worst.

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    Feng Xin blinks back a few more snowflakes, and squints. It’s hard to tell how much further they have to climb to reach the summit, or if the beast might ambush them somewhere along the slope instead, like a complete asshole. He’s never had to deal with one of them before, since they usually keep to themselves in their mountains in the southwest and northeast. There’s stories about people being able to reason with them, but there’s also stories about them ripping apart limbs and eating them in a frenzied hunger, so it probably isn’t worth hoping for a gentle conversation on top of the peak where the snow beast agrees to leave.

    “You should pull your cloak a little tighter,” Feng Xin adds after a second, and reaches out a hand to adjust Mu Qing’s fur collar. “Don’t freeze to death before you can be useful.”

    Mu Qing’s lips might look a little blue, but his cheeks and the tip of his nose are still red. “Shut up. Walk.”

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    Mu Qing and Feng Xin piss off Snow Master, fight a Yeti, and are forced to share body heat to stay warm.

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    17 Nov 2023

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    Feng Qing does not want to get caught under the mistletoe (except he does), so he makes a bad choice. Fortunately, Mu Qing is there to save him from himself.

    Inspired by absolutely adorable art from Amu (go look!) and a discussion on a FengQing Discord server.

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    10 Nov 2023

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    Next to him, Feng Xin suddenly coughs, interrupting his own monologue.

    “Don’t hurt yourself,” Mu Qing says with another roll of his eyes. “Maybe if you stopped swearing so much…?”

    Another cough—this one is rougher somehow. Feng Xin’s mouth flies up to cover his mouth, and for a second, his expression looks panicked enough that Mu Qing almost feels bad for mocking him.

    When he lowers his hand a moment later and unfurls his palm, it’s to reveal a small cluster of pale pink petals, slightly crumpled. They look like the blossoms that come spiralling off the plum trees surrounding the Royal Holy Pavilion, neat and elegant.

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