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Exploring the Yellow Spring Pawnshop was interesting, at least in Changhe’s opinion. Muyu, on the other hand, just seemed to take a polite interest in each area that they visited, that is, until they came to the room filled with swords. As soon as they stepped inside and looked around, Muyu’s eyes were immediately drawn to a particular sword near the door and he froze, staring at the sword with almost…longing.

This fic was basically inspired by the fact that Su Muyu had seen his father's sword at the Pawnshop and I honestly thought that he would have some how gotten the sword when he went to go and challenge the other sect but the show never gave that to me so I had to do it myself

The Man Behind the Mask

Su Muyu was not an emotional person. Yes, he had emotions and yes he expressed them (sometimes, hardly) but he was an assassin for Blood River, a place where emotions did you no good and only served to make you weak, so he had learned early on to dampen and hide his emotions, leaving his face a blank mask as to not show anyone what he was thinking or feeling. And yet, despite all his best efforts, the only person who could draw out his emotions and see the real him, the person behind the mask, was Su Changhe.

Now this fic was inspired by a post/comment I saw on here about how Gong Jun didn't really have a whole lot of expressions as Su Muyu and I'm just like...Su Muyu is a rigid character who's also very prim and proper...of course he's not going to have a lot of emotions, he's also an assassin. And I wanted to explore what would happen if he let himself and his emotions just...run wild

Don't Touch My Husband

Oh, he was livid. He, Su Changhe, was absolutely livid. Everyone in the criminal underworld knew not to mess with Blood River or its members, especially its co-leader and his husband Su Muyu, and yet Yi Bu, the dumbass, had the gall to not only shoot his brother but also kidnap his husband. As he stood there, trembling with rage, he didn’t even realize Qingyang had walked into the room until he cleared his throat, making him look over at him with wild eyes as he crossed his arms.          “So? What’s the plan, boss?” he asked. Changhe was quiet before he walked over to where his balisong was stuck in the wall and yanked it out, taking some of the wall with it before he snapped it closed and looked over at him.          “The plan is to get Muyu back” he growled before he pointed at him.          “Gather the others. And have Bai Hehuai on standby. This is going to be a bloodbath” he declared before he turned and headed towards the door.          “Let’s go!” he barked. Qingyang nodded and quickly rushed after him.          Yes sir!” he replied.

Listen, this is a mafia au and I just had to write one for them because come on, these two/this whole drama just screams mafia au

That's What Family Does

The first time No. 17 had ever taken care of No. 63 was when he found him alone in the middle of the forest, hair and clothes sticking to him as he leaned against a fallen tree, exhausted and clutching at his injured abdomen.          “No. 17?  What are you doing here?” he croaked, staring up at his…what was No. 17 to him?  Friend?  No.  Assassins didn’t have friends.  Brother?  No, of course not.  Acquaintance?  No, no, they were much closer than that.  As he continued to ponder what No. 17 was to him, No. 17 huffed as he knelt before him and covered him with the umbrella he was carrying, shielding him from the rain.          “I overheard your mission location and ran off to find you” he replied before he reached out and gently wiped the rain off his face before he held out his hand.          “Come.  Let me take you home” he insisted.

Honestly, this fic was just an excuse to write all the times Muyu had taken care of Changhe and the one time Changhe took care of Muyu because there are a lot of instances in this drama where they look after/take care of each other

Angel With A Shotgun

Jiang Yuelou didn’t believe in the supernatural. Well, no, scratch that. He did believe in the supernatural, seeing as it was his job as a hunter after all, but what he didn’t believe in…were angels. Why, you ask? Well, when he was younger and things were…bad with his parents, Jiang Yuelou prayed. Every night. Every night he prayed to God, to the angels, to somebody, to take away his pain, his mother’s pain, to make his father stop…but no one came. No one came. And despite all that, he still prayed. For something, anything…but Heaven, God, the angels…no one acknowledged him. Not after his mother disappeared when he was eleven and not after his father fucked off and died, leaving him alone a few years later. So yeah, he didn’t believe in angels. Or in Heaven. Because if they were real, like every other supernatural being on the fucking planet, then they would have done something. Would have saved him. But they didn’t.

This was an au that I was actually talking about to @friendlynbhddevil on discord when we were just talking about different fic ideas and this one plagued me for weeks until I finally sat down and wrote it...wrote like three different drafts before I was finally happy with it

My All

After Li Jingnian had held Shen Qiuwan in his arms and prayed to the King of Hell to let her spirit pass safely into the afterlife, he carefully placed her down before he pushed himself to his feet and rushed out of the room, making his way towards the courtyard before he suddenly stopped and stared at the massacre in the yard, his eyes wide with horror, before he zeroed in on Lin Xiaoran, who had a trail of blood drying on his chin and a large slash across his chest.          “Lin Xiaoran” he breathed before he ran over to him and quickly knelt beside him, giving his shoulders a shake.          “Lin Xiaoran.  Lin Xiaoran!” he exclaimed, but Lin Xiaoran didn’t answer, causing Li Jingnian to shake his head as he shook his shoulders again.          “Lin Xiaoran, wake up!  Lin Xiaoran!” he cried.  Lin Xiaoran, however, didn’t answer, causing Li Jingnian to let out a sob before he pulled Lin Xiaoran into his arms and gently cupped his face in his hand.          “Lin Xiaoran” he whispered, but Lin Xiaoran just looked up at him blankly, his eyes no longer sparkling with mirth and mischief and his lips no longer quirked up in his signature smile.  As he looked down at him, Li Jingnian bit his lip and did his best to keep from crying, but as Lin Xiaoran grew colder and stiffer in his arms, the tears just wouldn’t stop falling and the pain in his heart just wouldn’t stop growing until he couldn’t contain it any longer and a guttural wail tore itself from his throat as he clutched Lin Xiaoran to his chest, the wail so loud and so pained that if it could wake the dead…it would.

Now this was written after the ending of The Crime Unit of Tang Dynasty and it fucking gutted me like a fish (basically a Killer and Healer ep. 37 2.0) so I had to write a semi-happy ending/fix it because oh my god, I could not believe I had to go through that bullshit twice

Mr. Kim

Kang Yohan didn’t believe in dopplegangers or that there was someone out there who looked exactly like you…until the spitting image of his dead older brother appeared before him in his office, making him nearly drop the cup of coffee in his hand.          “Isaac” he breathed, quickly putting the cup down before he pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the young man, only to pause as he looked him up and down.          “No…you’re not Isaac” he murmured, making the young man smile.          “No sir.  My name’s Kim Gaon” he replied, making Yohan hum softly as he looked at him.          “Kim Gaon…I believe my brother mentioned a young man with that name when he did his military service” he murmured.  Gaon laughed.          “Ah, Lieutenant Kang.  Yes, I trained with him” he stated before he looked at Yohan sympathetically.          “I’m sorry to hear about his passing.  I would have been at the funeral but…I was…indisposed at the time” he explained. 

Now this au was inspired by the manga Mr. Baek (which is such a violently delicious drama) about two brothers that are identical but one works for the military and one works for the mob and I was like...this just screams Isaac and Gaon and then I just couldn't stop thinking about this au and so this fic came to be. It's been my first TDJ fic in like...3 years I think? And I honestly missed them