笛花 Dihua/Feihua prompt fill for @magicknightriderjellyfish02
Still riding that burst of inspiration in the groupchat from @lyselkatz's post-canon fanart of silver-haired Li Lianhua and bearded A-Fei.
[How the beard thing became permanent part of their life and llh's reaction towards it, esp when they are intimate with each other]
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“That tickles!” giggled Li Lianhua the first time that Di Feisheng scraped the unshaven stubble of his chin across the smooth surface of his husband’s thigh.
He would have shaved earlier in the morning had it not been for Li Lianhua’s imperious demand that he come back to bed, and between those vigorous morning activities and everything else they’d done during the day, Di Feisheng had simply forgotten. From the way that Li Lianhua’s cock swelled in response to the new texture, it did not seem that it was unwelcome. So Di Feisheng rubbed his chin and jaw once more against his husband’s skin, before taking him into his mouth.
“Growing your beard out, hm?” asked Li Lianhua the next day during breakfast, noting that his husband had eschewed shaving again.
“Is that going to be a problem?”
Li Lianhua reached out a hand, rubbing a thumb across his chin. “No,” he replied, the sunlight glinting off his silver hair lending his smirk a particularly mesmerizing glow.
Di Feisheng leaned into his husband’s caress, turned his head to kiss his palm, and then breakfast was soon forgotten.
Two weeks later, Fang Duobing positively yelped the moment he stepped past the threshold of Lotus Tower.
“What is that thing on Lao Di’s face?”
“A beard,” Di Feisheng replied. “You’d know what it was if you could grow one.”
Fang Duobing made a strangled noise of protest and took a threatening step forward, forcing Li Lianhua to intervene.
“You can’t possibly like that,” Fang Duobing accused, pointing at Di Feisheng’s face over Li Lianhua’s body, which was positioned squarely between the two of them.
“Actually, I like how it feels,” said Li Lianhua with a saucy grin.
Fang Duobing made a small noise of revulsion as the images of what the old fox meant rose unbidden in his mind.
“It lends him quite a distinguished air, don’t you think?”
“He looks like my father.”
“Which one?”
“Both.”
And then Li Lianhua had to try a lot harder to keep his husband and his disciple apart, lest another wall in Lotus Tower collapse in the ensuing scuffle.
It was late into the night, after Fang Duobing had fallen asleep upstairs, his breaths becoming quiet and regular, before Li Lianhua clamped both hands around his husband’s face, and drew it down for a kiss.
It was a long time before Di Feisheng was allowed to pull away enough to speak. “If I’d known you’d like it this much I would have grown it out ages ago.”
Li Lianhua smiled and shook his head. “You’ve changed, A-Fei,” he said softly. “I’ve changed too,” he added, holding up a lock of his own silver-white hair for emphasis, the result of the dissolution of the Bicha poison. “I don’t think it would have fit you then, as Jinyuan Alliance Chief, but now? Anonymous Jianghu Wandering Uncle? I think it looks perfect.”
“Anonymous Jianghu Wandering Uncle?”
“Xiaobao’s not entirely wrong about the look.”
Di Feisheng growled, his expression darkening. “Come here, you.”
Li Lianhua laughed, gave his husband’s goatee a tug, and then melted into his arms.
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after watching low君's video about Jiao Liqiao, i really am amused by the thought of an imperial harem AU 😆 (also i cried when 《若梦》 started playing; Zhou Shen is unstoppable, and i genuinely do like JLQ as a character a Lot)
Di Feisheng as 皇后 empress
Li Xiangyi as 贵妃 imperial consort
Fang Duobing as ??? (也许小孩子不属于这种地方.......)
i feel like it'd work well too since Wang Herun played Wei Yingluo's daughter in Yanxi Palace: Princess Adventures~ a court setting suits her well~
anyway, i really have no plot for this. best case scenario, she finally meets someone who sees her for her worth, and her husbands get together with each other ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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笛花 Dihua/Feihua prompt fill for @dharjeeling
Still on the topic of @lyselkatz's post-canon fanart of silver-haired Li Lianhua and bearded A-Fei.
[When Di Feisheng finally woke up, Li Lianhua's hair was so lily white. But he was standing, his cheeks flushed with life, and Di Feisheng would do it all over again.]
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When Di Feisheng finally wakes up, sunlight is already streaming through the windows of Lotus Tower. He pushes himself up to his elbows, and the motion catches Li Lianhua’s attention. The old fox hurries over to the side of the bed from where the congee has been simmering in the kitchen.
It smells like congee now, like something that an ordinary person might actually want to eat, instead of reeking of noxious fumes like a medicinal warehouse that’s been set on fire. It’s a sign that Li Lianhua’s senses are returning, that he can smell and taste again, that what the Bicha poison took from him is slowly being restored.
The light captures Li Lianhua’s silver hair as he stands at Di Feisheng’s side, framing his benevolent features with the radiance of a bodhisattva. The next thing that comes out of his mouth, however, shatters that illusion.
“You went too hard last night, A-Fei. I don’t approve.”
Di Feisheng wants to tell him there’s no such thing as going too hard, that the way Li Lianhua’s cheeks are flushed with life and vitality prove that more than anything, but it’s too early in the day for such melancholy sentiment.
So he says instead, “I know my limits,” and before his husband can protest, he adds, “and I know yours too.”
Li Lianhua purses his lips. “I’ll get you some food. You know, you’re lucky I can walk today,” he mutters, as if that’s his chief concern, and not the fact that every time they dual cultivate, Di Feisheng uses up a little more of his internal energy to dissolve what remains of the Bicha. Li Lianhua doesn’t like it, but how Di Feisheng chooses to use his internal energy is not for him to say.
It has taken almost two years for them to get here, for the majority of the poison to be cleansed, and it may take another two to five before it is driven out completely. Li Lianhua’s hair has turned completely white, and Di Feisheng already has a lock of white at his temple. Li Lianhua plays with it often, curling it around his finger, or paying it extra attention when he brushes his hair. Di Feisheng knows that he may also go completely silver before the last of the Bicha is gone, but he takes it as a sign that they will remain together well into the white hairs of old age, as the expression goes. The thought pleases him.
They sit down at the table together, Di Feisheng’s bowl filled almost to the brim, Li Lianhua’s own only half full.
“I’ve already eaten,” he explains.
Di Feisheng stares at his own husband with a faint frown, but then picks up his spoon and digs in. He can tell when Li Lianhua is lying—the subtle shift in his voice and gaze, the flex in his fingers—the old fox isn’t lying right now.
There’s a rule that Fang Duobing set when all this all started—when you eat at Lotus Tower, you eat together. It means that Li Lianhua has had to eat whenever they do, has to snack whenever they snack. It’s gradually put some meat back on those skinny fox bones, and Di Feisheng is thankful that Fang Duobing had the good sense to make up that rule and then enforce it.
Li Lianhua reaches forward, and Di Feisheng thinks there must be a fleck of rice stuck in his beard. Instead, Li Lianhua takes his chin and strokes a thumb through the short, rough hairs there.
“You’re getting a bit of white in here too,” he says.
That’s news to him, but Di Feisheng finds he doesn't mind. “It matches the hair,” he replies and shoots Li Lianhua an easy, reassuring smile.
For all that Li Lianhua is an old fox, sometimes he is afraid—of wanting too much, of Di Feisheng is sacrificing too much, of being undeserving of whatever he receives. The fear rears its head less and less as the Bicha recedes, when Li Lianhua can see that he is needed and he is loved, and that not all of the ills of the world were born from the hubris of his youth.
There is a long road yet ahead of them, and it is precisely because of that that if Di Feisheng were given the choice, he would do it all over again. He wants to walk this road with Li Lianhua, and Li Lianhua only.
They finish their meal, and there is much to do before the day is done—dishes to wash, floors to sweep, a whole field of golden wangchuan flowers to tend to. They get up, and set about the chores, together.
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