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“That’s weird,” Feng Xin said. “It’s not weird, he’s me,” Mu Qing replied, slipping into the robe and waiting as Fu Yao did the ties at his waist. “Well, I can dress myself,” Feng Xin said, snatching up the other robe. Fu Yao rolled his eyes and spoke up for the first time. “No one said I was going to do this for you.” ➜ tgcf post-canon fengqing from fq's pov ➜ mq spontaneously generates a clone of himself; weird selfcest power dynamic games ensue, which fq finds both baffling and hot, leading to a threesome ➜ so much fun! the matter of fact intro to the hilarious premise, and how much fx is just like, "nobody could possibly understand mu qing, shrug, oh well", while mq and his clone are busy being deeply weird at each other! ➜ and then how much all of them contribute in their own ways to their mutual enjoyment of the sexual dynamics they engage in ➜ it's great ➜ 3.5k words long

Summary: Feng Xin caught a whiff of soap from the bedsheets, just barely there beneath the aroma of the candle glowing on the bedside table. The fine fabric was fresh and soft against his skin as he joined Xie Lian under the blankets. For some reason, that set him on edge. ➤ yessss ➤ omggg this is exactly the kind of dynamics I love to see between Feng Xin and Mu Qing during the Xianle era ➤ fx and xl are so SWEET together and fx and mq are so....united in their mutual disdain for each other and how they're connected with each other ➤ and how sex with each other doesn't actually change any part of that for fengqing; they have a good time having hatesex, they still hate each other, they're connected forever via their hatred for each other and their mutual love of xl, and their mutual inability to understand /how/ the other approaches their love for xl ➤ it's just so good!!!! ➤ 3k words in length