#mp-yixing

starter for @mp-yixing ft Yixing & Wukong

He’d been dodging the other god for days, there is just something unsettling with having Erh Lang on your tail, even his long, soft, brown one and the Monkey King is not in the mood to find out why the other god wants to talk to him so badly! Things never end well for him where that other god is concerned. It’s always ‘use your magic to do this’ or ‘use your strength to do this’ - honestly he is sick and tired of saving that guys ass! He already owes him big time for busting his soul out of that trap, and he got hurt doing that!

As he lies on the grassy bank, enjoying the first rays of spring sun, Wukong’s nose scrunches as he remembers the nasty cut he’d sustained going toe to toe with the Jade Emperor and Robo-Yixing last time he did Erh Lang a favour. Still.... his voicemail did sound a little desperate, but what can he do? Monkeys are notoriously slippery and hard to pin down! Especially if there is any hint of effort being needed. 

Chuckling softly, Phobetor lets his fingers curl around the hand slipped into his own, and with a beckoning smile welcomes the other god’s body closer as they begin to dance. It was gentle and slow, more swaying to the melodic rhythm filling Yixing’s spacious living room from his hi-fi system. Resting his long fingers across Yixing’s back, Phobetor’s amused gaze slips past him towards the pair of pretty, dark eyes watching them form a coil of black fur in a dog bed not far away with a slow swish of a tail. Gou curious, but content to watch. 

time for drama with @mp-yixing​

There weren’t many things that haunted Poseidon the way Yixing did... The sheer memory of him drove the god mad with frustration and anger. However, there was no denying that he still loved him, despite everything that was still unresolved between them. Over the years Poseidon grew used to avoiding the other god, going so far as to avoid his other lover simply because he was around her as well. Perhaps that made him petty and stubborn but, he did not care, he did not wish to even be the man’s presence after such a betrayal. Until now.

It started simply because he joined the council, quickly discovering that his ex-lover was here as well and then on top of that having no other choice than to work closely with him due to their paralleled careers. It was all business, no personal connections or conversations ever mentioned between the two, they kept things professional. There was no avoiding the inevitable, especially for Poseidon. His fuse was short and after being in such close proximity with the man he partially hated and also loved at the same time for so many months, his stubborn streak came to an end.

At midnight on a quiet and cold winter night, Poseidon couldn’t take it anymore. He’d laid on his couch for the past couple of hours playing their last conversation over in his head. The animosity between them during such a stressful and dangerous situation like that had bothered him for weeks and he was at his boiling point. He had waited long enough and was fuming with frustration over their prolonged lack of communication, and continued frustration over Yixing’s betrayal so many years ago. So, he did what any level-headed god would do. He stood up from his couch, adorned only in his pajamas, slid on his warmest slippers, and wrapped his fluffy robe around him snuggly and walked right out of his apartment building.

Due to the way the residential district was set up it took very little time for Poseidon to be standing at the door of the man he hadn’t stopped thinking about for weeks. His knuckles quickly knocking on the wood as he tried his best to contain his fuming temper. If there was anyone in the world that could get Poseidon so frustrated he’d march out of his home at midnight in his pajamas, it was Yixing. The god could only hope he could stick to his guns when he saw the other man’s face because, despite everything, and how frustrated he was currently, he still loved him...

“Yixing, it’s me, open up. It’s about time we had a chat.”

breaking the ice memes || still open ||

Raiju, his beloved companion, is generally calm and harmless except during thunderstorms. How to even control nature? He was restless and turbulent during those heavy storms full of thunders, meanwhile, Raiden could find peace and amusement while playing his drums and creating thunders, yet, his companion was slightly aggressive due to his agitation, something the Japanese god was still unable to control, another issue added to his confusion with certain rules and social standards. "Raiju!" He yelled and the dog immediately returned to his side, however, the damage was already done. He tried to calm down his breathing after chasing the big white dog and placed a hand on his forehead. There was something in the dog’s mouth that he tried to pull out. "Yes, this is my dog. Did he hurt you? Did he damage something?"

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Hel had made her way towards the Police Department that evening with the intention of possibly informing the Chief of Police about the gaggle of spirits she had seen lurking around the deeper parts of Central Park. She had no idea how she could have missed them, she was usually much more aware of stray souls needing passage to the Underworld, but since she had taken to exploring during the day, she had unfortunately taken on a more normal sleeping schedule.

It would change now though. Perhaps she needed the permission of the council, but she needed to gather more information. Which is why she had been standing at the doorway of the Chief of Police’s office, staring quite surprised at the long frame stretched across his couch.

She had been staring for a few minutes it seemed because the god roused himself from sleep and actually looked embarrassed at being caught sleeping. 

She waved a hand at his apology and stepped in, studying him quietly for a few more moments, debating on what to say. 

“No, it’s- it’s fine-”

Jimin’s tail curled stiffly as he tried to move his leg under him to stand. The instant he tried to put weight on it, a thread of pain shot up through his leg, loudly declaring to his body that the forming bruise was due to a sprained ankle. Great. There would be no way for him to get home by himself now. But the last thing he wanted to do was trouble anybody else for help. If he had something to put his weight on - even just a stick from a fallen tree branch, he could limp his way home, but there was not a stick in sight.

Of course he had to trip and fall and mess up his ankle on his way home from grocery shopping. At least he had managed to collect the few things that had bounced or rolled away with the help of the kind stranger now fussing over him. 

nonverbal meme prompts: no longer accepting

A low hum of classical music flowed through his kitchen, echoed by the ocean waves not far from his open balcony doors. Poseidon strode around the space, donned in nothing but a pair of low-slung gray sweat pants. His hair was a mess from sleep as he put together a breakfast. He’d hoped he’d have enough time to finish up before Yixing awoke but it seemed his plan was foiled as he heard the padding of his lover’s feet making their way into the kitchen. Sei had two steaming hot cups of coffee already made on the island behind him as he flipped pancakes on the stove.

As if in their own precious bubble, he couldn’t help but relax into the god’s touch as he wound arms around him and rested his chin on his shoulder. Sei reached for one of his hands and brought it to his lips for a quick kiss before getting back to work.

“Good morning handsome. You’ve ruined my surprise.”