#fox!sang

Surprise Fox!Sang discovered while flipping through my art book. When did I draw it? What was the final picture supposed to be? We may never know.

Title: Tattle Tail

Fandoms:  盗墓笔记 - 南派三叔 | The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles - Xu Lei, 盗墓笔记重启 | The Lost Tomb Reboot (TV)

Relationships: Wang Pangzi/Liu Sang

Summary:   He cracks open an eye and barely has time to sit up before there’s a warm and furry bundle on his chest, teeth bared and sharp claws digging into him as golden eyes stare into his.

Pangzi has long since accepted that his life is fucking weird. He faces down tomb monsters on a regular basis, one of his best friends is over a hundred years old but looks like he’s barely out of his teens, and he’s come across more cursed objects than he can count.

Sometimes he considers the alternative, where he works in an office, earns a steady salary, and comes home to a nice wife and children at the end of the day.

He’d be so bored it barely bears thinking about. He definitely prefers weirdness to monotony.

No, he doesn’t have a wife and kids to come home to, but he does have his two best friends and a boyfriend who he loves just as much as any fictional wife. He has access to the best kitchen, and he can cook whatever he wants whenever he wants.

Yeah, his life is weird, but he’s happy. And happiness is more valuable than any treasure he might find in a tomb (although that doesn’t stop him looking - they have to fill the kitchen somehow).

Today is a quiet day at home, and Pangzi intends to take full advantage of the fact that Wu Xie and Xiaoge are otherwise occupied. He doesn’t know exactly what they’re doing nor does he want to. All he cares about is that the chances of Wu Xie touching something he shouldn’t are relatively small so it’s probably safe for him to relax until it’s time to cook dinner.

He’s found the prime spot in the garden, with just enough sun to warm his skin but not so much that he’s at risk of getting burned. He can hear the birds chirping in the trees and the koi splashing around in the pond. It doesn’t get much better than this.

Something growls at his feet.