Gifts for snekspresso
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i think i can remember, being dead by blackgoliath for snekspresso
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
04 Aug 2022
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Tch. That’s Mu Qing. He’s so close he can barely focus on that face, but he’d know that voice anywhere. Not unless I do it first, Mu Qing says, because he’s a fucking idiot, because he’s never known how to be quiet.
Not that Feng Xin has, either, but. Still.
Series
- Part 8 of To Trail A Killer
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Pretty Little Complicated Moments by bizzybee for snekspresso
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
08 Jan 2022
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Feng Xin can’t pinpoint the moment when everything fell apart.
Maybe it would be easier if he could - if there was a single big Event to place fault upon, maybe he’d feel less empty now, standing beside his pickup truck with empty hands, his wedding ring unworn and burning a hole in his pocket.
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Echoes by blackgoliath for snekspresso
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
03 Dec 2019
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Was last night really when Mu Qing decided to leave, or has he been planning on this from the beginning?
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- Part 6 of To Trail A Killer
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You Can't Wake Up by blackgoliath for snekspresso
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
10 Nov 2019
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Another routine he’s developed in their time together. Mu Qing is in way over his head; if Feng Xin doesn’t look out for him, who knows what the fuck will happen. He could fall down somewhere and break his fucking hip--
--dark eyes in a bloated cold face staring at him, asking why, why did you let this happen--
--and like hell was Feng Xin going to stand by and let the asshole do that to himself.
Series
- Part 4 of To Trail A Killer
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Whispers in the Dark by blackgoliath for snekspresso
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
05 Nov 2019
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"I learned that he was watching," Mu Qing said icily. His shoulders, Feng Xin could see, were hunched, a posture he didn't seem to realize he had when he was at his computer. "He surveyed the area before deciding to use it."
"Well, we already fucking knew that." Feng Xin crunched on a chip with an exaggerated flair that made it extra loud. "So good job, Ghost Whisperer."
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Or, a middle aged detective and true crime writer work together on an old case concerning their childhood friend.
Series
- Part 2 of To Trail A Killer