A Blade and an Arrow

Versatile Ribbon

n. this is a work for fengqing week! i wanted to publish this nsfw one as well! AHAOSNSJAKSN I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE IT AND IM SORRY I REALIZED IT'S BEEN LITERALLY ALMOST TWO MONTHS SINCE I PUBLISHED HERE

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"What's wrong with your hair?" Mu Qing frowns. "What's wrong with you?"

"Don't talk to me." Feng Xin snaps, rummaging through his things. Chests, closet, drawers, his vanity, anything and everywhere. Even lifting up his bedframe to see if it's under his bed. Nothing. Utterly nothing. "I don't know where it is!"

"What is?" Mu Qing leans on the doorframe, arching a brow at how messy the room had become in a mere li.

Feng Xin's hair was let loose. Pooring over his back and his shoulders, brown locks wildly everywhere now that it wasn't kept into its usual tight bun. His bangs curtaining his face in an odd way that made Mu Qing honestly feel a few things he knew damn well but denies it. "My ribbon! The yellow one! I don't know where it is!"

"You could just use a diff-"

"I don't want a different one!"

Mu Qing sighs, Feng Xin throws another drawer open. Cracking and ruining it in its hold. It's the second drawer that was filled with different kinds of hair ribbon. Varying in designs and colours – most were gold and red. Mu Qing vaguely wonders how long they were here.

He's not helping, he knows. He's just standing there and making comments here and there, further infuriating the already frustrated southeastern deity. He may sound like an absolute asshole, but he loves when Feng Xin gets riled up over something so simple as a hair ribbon when he has plenty lying around in his chambers.

Feng Xin stands straight, breathing hard as he pushes the hair out of his face by brushing his hand across it. Resting his hand on his head momentarily as if thinking where the last time he had seen his ribbon.

And Mu Qing honestly thinks that's hot.

Whilst he had seen Feng Xin with his hair down, he hadn't seen him angry and with his hair down. Now that, is a scene to behold. A sight that's so rare a possessive side of Mu Qing couldn't help but be satisfied that this was only for his eyes to see.

He hums lowly. "If you don't want a different ribbon, then suck it up and use another hair piece instead. The mission isn't going to finish itself." He unfolds his arms, hiding a sly smile when Feng Xin flashes him an indignant glare before abrutply grabbing for a hair piece. Throwing his hair into a high ponytail akin to the silverette's and snatches his bow. "Distance shortening array."

"Fuck you." Feng Xin curses, angrily kneeling down on the floor to draw a carelessly drawn array leading to the mortal's realm. "Fuck you so much."

And Mu Qing can't help but think he will.

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"We're going to kill that ghost, then I go back on finding that ribbon."

"What is up with you and that ribbon?" Mu Qing, in disguise as Fu Yao, asks in exasperation. "Have you got any obsession with that hair ribbon or what?"

"It's just a good ribbon, okay?!" Feng Xin, in his own disguise as Nan Feng, yells. He's been this mad for the whole morning, and the more shit spouts from Mu Qing's mouth, the more upset he's getting. "It's the best I have!"