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touchmycoat · 4 years

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heads up seven up meme!

tagged by @yiling thank yooouuuu. i’ve been struggling so hard with writing lately but i’m determined to be chill lol, so two active WIPs:

1. songxiao canon era prostitution fic. before they met, xxc was a solo traveler with a) no consistent source of income, b) poor money-minding habits, and c) a nonnormative sense of what’s “proper” or not. Also d) he’s quite attractive. All this means he definitely picked up sex work here and there. Not long after they start traveling together, Song Lan witnesses Xiao Xingchen turn on the charm to land a john.

And then requests to sit in on a session.

“Fine.”

The first word from the man, and it was this: a curt, emotionless agreement for Song Lan to be present in the room while he fucked Xiao Xingchen on the nearby bed. The oddest thing was precisely its lack of emotion. His consistent glare, the sharp downturn of his brow all smoothed out to a neutral facade to speak.

And to look at Song Lan. That wasn’t pity, but Song Lan couldn’t tell what it was, either.

“But you don’t touch me.”

A man after Song Lan’s own heart.

“Fine,” Song Lan agreed. “It’s settled then.”

Xiao Xingchen seemed vaguely startled by this turn of events, but slipped in seamlessly to seal the deal. Suddenly struck by a pummel of guilt for strong-arming his way in like this, without Xiao Xingchen’s approval, Song Lan had to hide a grimace behind a sip of tea.

“Then, Xianshi, we’ll see you tonight.”

2. android!AQ + android!XXC journal fic inspired by @allthingswhovian and @microdactyls ;;;

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Daozhang nearly coughed up his whole piping today. I had to drop him into stasis by force before anything went too terribly wrong. He’s cooling off now.

I also lifted Song Daozhang from his possession, duh. Say hi Song Daozhang.

It’s really creepy, actually. Not in a bad way, of course, this is the hand of my savior! Or maybe it’s not. I’ve been thinking about this as a thought experiment, to keep my mind occupied between the fighting, right? Is this Song Daozhang’s hand? It’s not like it’s got any organic matter from the man himself. Sure, according to the Baixue blueprints, there were parts that ended up grafted directly onto Song Daozhangs bones, but that didn’t include this hand, apparently. No bone matter, and all the protein padding under the synthskin basically melted away the moment we stepped onto Tonglu Mountain. So is this Song Daozhang’s hand? Yes, because it’s still warm with his cultivation. That’s easy enough.

But the complicated part of the question is on the flip side. Forget the thing itself, what if there’s nobody to own it? Technically, it’s our hand. It’s Daozhang’s hand, because it’s in Daozhang’s possession. But can it be Song Daozhang’s hand if Song Daozhang doesn’t exist anymore—deep questions, dude. You know who’d be able to answer it? Song Daozhang, ha ha ha ha ha ha.

tagging @authenticaussi3 @midnightluck @chromiwrites @leviathiane @prince-liest @theschubita @missmarthanightingale @val-mora

#songxiao #will these ever be finished who the fuck knows #TTTTTTTTT #i'm losing my mind and grip on reality but that's fine #personal #writing meme

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satonthelotuspier · 4 years

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❄️ Untamed Winter Fest 2019 ❄️

Day 3 - Goodwill - 1.6k

I feel like I need to give some warnings and clarity at the beginning of this post.

This fic contains themes of teen homelessness, I’ve tagged it as such.

There is mild threat of violence against a teen - one punch is thrown, noone is seriously hurt, I’ve tagged again.

This is not a ship post, it features XXC as a shelter manager doing his darnedest to help street kids like XY.

The fic itself is behind the cut in case I mis-tag something. Please message me if you want a tag adding, I realise things that may not occur to me may affect you and I dont want that to happen! I realise this can be a very sensitive topic.

The fic itself is mild angst with a neutral ending.

Song Lan came over to find Xiao Xingchen with the news.

“That troublemaking teen is at it again” he informed, and Xiao Xingchen sighed in exasperation. He was almost at the end of his tether with complaint after complaint, the boy was quickly burning through everyone at the shelter’s feelings of goodwill.

He had been here for less than a week and already many of the volunteers refused to deal with him.

“I’ll deal with it” Xiao Xingchen patted Song Lan on the shoulder and went to find the source of the trouble.

In one of the common rooms it was beginning to look quite grim, several much larger men had the teen backed into a corner, and he was doing his usual hissing and spitting, never scared. Never ever scared, even if a beating of epic proportions was coming his way.

Xiao Xingchen hurried into the room and coughed to announce his presence.

Everyone here knew fighting was likely to get them kicked out of the shelter and suddenly the room became much emptier.

“You, Xue Yang? I need to you fill some forms in” Xiao Xingchen lied neatly, “Please come to my office”

Xue Yang looked at him without a single change in expression, he either hadn’t understood Xiao Xingchen had just saved him from an attack, or he genuinely didn’t care.

Xiao Xingchen thought it was probably the latter. He hadn’t seen the boy react to anything except with anger since he’d arrived.

Xiao Xingchen waved towards the door and Xue Yang followed the cue and preceded him, heading towards Xiao Xingchen’s office. As Xiao Xingchen was about to leave the common room after him a small hand pulled him back briefly, it was a teenaged girl he knew as A-Qing.

“I-I don’t like him da-ge, he scares me. But he didn’t start that fight” she whispered quietly.

“Understood, thank you A-Qing” he patted her hand and followed after the young man.

Once seated across from Xue Yang at his desk he tried to get the youngster’s side of the story.

“So what happened?”

Xue Yang’s gaze drifted up from the floor, “I thought you wanted me to fill in some forms?” he stood up, “I’m not here to talk about my feelings”

“Please sit down, Xue Yang” he didn’t shout or command, but his tone was compelling, and Xue Yang rolled his eyes but sat back down.

“if I hadn’t come in then you’d have probably been beaten by now” did Xue Yang really not understand, or did he genuinely not care about his personal safety?

“I would have been beaten” his tone said he wasn’t even a little concerned by the fact. He pulled the hand that was missing it’s little finger into the sleeve of his hoodie and lounged back in the chair in a the universal pose of a teenager in trouble with an elder, but who wanted to look like he was too cool to care. “I must have one of those faces is all. Da-ge, I don’t go looking for trouble, I know what an awkward place that would put you in, but if I show even a flicker of fear out there-” he gestured at the window behind Xiao Xingchen, “-then I might as well be dead, because it would just be a matter of time”

His tone was matter of fact. He wasn’t saying it for sympathy, it was the truth of his life. Xiao Xingchen understood that it was a dangerous world out there on the streets, especially for youngsters like Xue Yang and A-Qing who had nowhere to go, no family to look after them, no options. That was why Xiao Xingchen was determined to do all he could for every one of them he met.

He followed Xue Yang’s gaze then, realised it had been the fourth or fifth time the other had looked at the jar of sweets on his desk.

“Do you want a candy?” he asked, genuinely expecting the denial, the “I’m not a child”, or the “I’m too cool to eat sweets” attitude, but to his surprise Xue Yang nodded, almost eagerly, and reached into the jar to take one.

It was literally the first time in the nearly a week he’d been here that Xiao Xingchen had seen an emotion other than anger on his face. He looked genuinely ecstatic about the candy, and a devious little plan formed in Xiao Xingchen’s mind.

“Listen, xiao-Xue, how about for every day you manage to avoid trouble here, I let you have a piece of candy. How about one more tonight as a deal sealer?”

Naturally mistrustful Xue Yang looked at him closely for a few moments, but then nodded. “Alright, I’ll try to avoid trouble, even trouble that comes to find me. For candy”

And thus his crazy, childish, crackpot plan of keeping a fully grown teen boy out of bother with sweets was born. And worked. Day after day for weeks it worked, nothing happened, and Xue Yang popped his head into Xiao Xingchen’s office every evening to collect his candy.

From the little Xiao Xingchen had managed to pry from him Xue Yang had been alone for a long time already, he was obviously a survivor. If he could be given some tools to work with that same determination could be channelled into getting him on his feet and on the road to a stable residence and stable job.

Xiao Xingchen was trying to find an agency who could help Xue Yang with some psychological support, as well as some life skills, and possibly vocational training. But he also understood homelessness was a problem bigger than just his little shelter, than just his charges, with too many people drawing on too few resources nationally. But he would do all he could.

His candy related blackmail plan worked. At least for a while. And then it all collapsed. Another one of those fights that Xue Yang hadn’t started, but for whatever reason hadn’t been able to avoid this time. Xue Yang hadn’t been hurt seriously but one of the social workers had been caught in the melee when she’d tried to break up the fight by a punch meant for Xue Yang that he’d dodged.

In Xiao Xingchen’s office later Song Lan was frustrated, “You know the only way this ends now is with him leaving” he pointed in frustration at Xue Yang, who sat quietly in the chair.

Xiao Xingchen understood Song Lan was worried for him as his friend, but he really wished he’d stop being so focussed on what he perceived to be a threat to Xiao Xingchen.

“Not while I have breath to argue against it” Xiao Xingchen denied, and reached across to place a soothing hand on Xue Yang’s shoulder, “You must have been born under an ill star, why do you attract trouble so well?”

“Its my winning personality” again Xue Yang deflected with sarcasm, refusing to meet Xiao Xingchen’s eyes.

“I don’t blame you, xiao-Xue”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t blame him. They’ll say has to go, whether we like it or not. You can’t flout the statute Xiao Xingchen. You’re walking on shaky ground as it is with how much we’ve bent the rules for him. We’ve used up every feeling of goodwill available to us for the boy”

Xue Yang did look up then, a sharp, considering look on his face.

“Xiao-Xue, you will not do anything silly. I’ll deal with this, believe me”

“But-”

“No buts. Do as you’re told for once”

Xue Yang smiled a blinding smile then, “Alright then. How about giving me the rest of this week’s candy as a reward for doing as I’m told?”

Xiao Xingchen shook his head in amused exasperation at the young man. “OK, fine” he grabbed the jar off his desk and held it out to Xue Yang, who diligently picked out several pieces of candy, pocketing them.

“Goodnight, da-ge” he got to his feet and walked to the door, throwing one last smile at Xiao Xingchen.

“Goodnight xiao-Xue” he let the teen go, returning to the file and ignoring Song Lan’s frustrated gaze. He’d have to do some serious arguing tomorrow to ensure Xue Yang wasn’t ejected. It was reaching midwinter, and the boy wasn’t much older than a child, pretending he was much more mature than he actually was. They should be protecting youngsters like him and Xiao Xingchen would try and make sure that was exactly what they did.

But in the end it was academic. Xiao Xingchen should have realised what that young idiot had planned, it had been obvious enough in Xue Yang asking for his week’s sweet allocation in advance when he looked at it with hindsight.

Song Lan handed him the note Xue Yang had left, scribbled on the blank parts of one of the forms he must have taken from Xiao Xingchen's desk yesterday.

I’m leaving, I’ll be fine, I’m indestructible. Save your goodwill for someone who can use it

Song Lan made a noise of annoyance as he read the letter over Xiao Xingchen’s shoulder, “He’s such an arrogant little monster” he said at the last line.

“Song Zichen, oh Song Zichen, you misunderstand him. He just doesn’t think he’s worth the waste of goodwill, he means save it for someone who it will be of use to” he contemplated the letter again, and slammed his hand down on the desk in frustration.

In the end though there was nothing he could do, fate was a set path and it seemed Xue Yang wouldn’t be saved by Xiao Xingchen in this lifetime.

#untamed winter fest #day 3 #modern au #xiao xingchen #song lan #xue yang #teen homelessness #homelessness #mild threat of violence #mild threat of violence against a teen #mdzs fic #shay's stuff

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