Five fics and Sunday Six for a Sixth One

[zairaa]

Where has the time gone? The holidays came and went and the new year is already almost two weeks old. My RL holidays were pretty chill, this year—thank god. The fandom holidays, however... were quite something lol. One thing I do love about the holiday season is that it's also exchange season. I usually try to be reasonable and limit myself to signing up to one because I'm physically incapable to write short fic, at least when it counts.

This year I signed up to the nifexchange and it was a lot of fun. So much fun, in fact, that I wrote a 2nd fic as a treat because it was the perfect opportunity to write something for altie. I LOVE treat writing. All the fun of making somthing for someone else, none of the pressure of actually having to do the thing, devil may come. So I ended up writing 2 Yuletide treats as well, and since I had been working on my sequel to Return of the Cicada for a while already, I actually posted 5 stories in the past few weeks. Holy shit!?

Nirvana in Fire:

The sequel: Like A Dragonfly in Amber (featuring feels, porn and cute little bbs in love as well as Lin Chen being sassy and exasperated)

The ghost fic: Come Back to Haunt Me (featuring angst and feels and soulbonds)

The political AU: The Evidence of Your Survival (featuring childhood sweathearts lawyer!Jingyan and revolutionary!Mei Changsu)

The Disguiser:

The hooker fic: That Missing Piece of Me (featuring Ah Cheng in a qipao)

Ode to Joy:

The het porn: All I Want for Other People's Religious Holidays is You (featuring—as I have on good authority—"viscerally imaginable sex with Wang Kai")


But of course there is no rest for the wicked, and I'm working on the next thing. A long(ish) modern AU for Disguiser, because even if the fandom is tinier than tiny (hi, guys!!), I can't quit them.

 

“Oh god... oh god... what… what are you...?” Ming Lou mumbles incoherently, but his hand is grabbing Ah Cheng’s hair now and his hips have started thrusting as he fights a losing battle.

Ah Cheng doesn’t resist, lets him use his mouth, but then makes the unforgivable mistake and looks up. He finds Da Ge staring down at him, his expression absolutely devastated. When their eyes meet, Da Ge sucks in a sharp breath. The hold he has on Ah Cheng's wrist tightens further and his thrusts become harsher. For a moment Ah Cheng can’t breathe, and then he feels Ming Lou’s warm come spraying against the back of his throat and he swallows it down, half gagging on Da Ge’s cock.

— Line, Hooker, Sinker