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    Mobei Jun’s eyes narrow. “He cannot love you, Luo Binghe. You will regret it.”

    But Luo Binghe looks up to find Shen Yuan smiling at him from the other side of the room, and his chest fills with a slow, warm joy.

    Mobei Jun has no idea what he’s talking about.

    How could anyone possibly regret being loved by Shen Yuan?


    In which Shen Yuan is a lonely manhua artist and Luo Binghe is a half-demon that's willing to do anything for him. Anything.
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    Shiro knows better than to expect love in an arranged marriage. This is all for the sake of universal peace, after all, and solidifying a Terran-Galran alliance. At the very least, Shiro can hope to make a friend out of this.

    Becoming friends would be much easier, though, if he and his husband could actually communicate. With a language barrier and a mountain of cultural differences between them, getting to know Keith proves to be a challenge.

    Luckily, Shiro's always worked well with challenges.

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    08 Oct 2019

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    “Humans do not have vrínt liisva.”

    Shiro gestures to his ear and shakes his head. Keith frowns deeply, struggling to find a way to put the untranslated words into something understandable.

    “The… gaze,” Keith settles on. “The instinct. For mates.” He heaves a frustrated sigh, hand lifting to touch his freed hair, shoving it back behind his ear. “It is… a pull. A desire to protect a mate. Humans lack it.”

    Shiro nods. It sounds, to him, like his earlier theory was correct— Keith’s protectiveness and loyalty to him is born from an instinctive, evolutionary need. It has nothing to do with him.

    “I think humans can have that,” Shiro confesses. “When you— when you love someone, it can hurt to be separated from them. You want to be with them. To help them. To protect them.”

    Keith nods, going still. He fiddles with his braid and says, “Galra love, too.”

    “Of course,” Shiro agrees and Keith glances up at him, as if surprised at Shiro’s agreement.

    “We love,” Keith says, quietly, “But we also vrínt liisva.”

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    Now, here’s the thing with Mu Qingfang. He’s a simple man, and he is no fool. He’s wanted Liu Qingge for something verging on a few years now, and he knows it will go nowhere. He’s made peace with that. He’s no stranger to letting his feelings fall to the side while he focuses on other things (like ruptured organs and severed limbs and crying disciples and Liu Qingge staring at Shen Qingqiu Like That). He hopes he is a good man, but at the end of the day, he is a simple man with simple needs: are people dying around him? No? Okay, good. Is he eating well? Is he getting more than 4 hours of sleep? Yes? Okay, good. Does his heart ache every time Liu Qingge comes by smelling of rust and staring at Shen Qingqiu like he hung the stars in the midnight sky? Yes? Well, alright; that’s normal. Is he thinking about accepting a proposition for sex by a man he’s been pining after for years? Yes? Well. He’s only a simple man.

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    Mu Qingfang is a simple man. So why in the world is the universe dead set on testing him?

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    29 Sep 2019

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    “—comes on stage, and it's like someone gave a kid too much sugar, then let him loose, but when he starts singing, he's like a totally different person! Watch, watch, watch! He's about to do it! Watch!”

    JingYi shushed his silent friends and was elbowed by Jin Ling. The following scuffle was brief, and in the quiet afterward, Lan WangJi froze, teapot just tipped over a cup, as a familiar laugh, garbled by feedback and background noise, burst from the phone.

    Carefully, he set the teapot back down, attention now sharply focused on the recording JingYi was playing. Despite the quality, despite the fact that it had been years since he had heard that laugh, he still knew the sound in the center of himself, in the place where music resonated when he played. He knew the timbre of it, knew the way it would make that person's nose scrunch up and his eyes sparkle and his shoulders shake.

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    27 Sep 2019

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    So Lan WangJi had loved him while trying his best to hold him at arm's length. And he had lost Wei WuXian anyway. Lost him for thirteen years with neither warning nor explanation. He had been left behind, and could only allow himself to hope that Wei WuXian was well and happy, knowing that he never would have been enough for him, anyhow.

    That was then. They were older now, hopefully wiser. Lan WangJi had come to terms with his love and no longer considered it a burden to be kept to himself or foisted upon Wei WuXian. It simply was; a scattering of golden threads shining in the warp and weft of his soul, a part of him that could never be removed.

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    “Alcohol is not allowed in the Cloud Recesses.”

    “Why don't you tell me what is allowed, then?”

    The exasperation in his tone dug claws into Lan WangJi's skin. The rules existed for a reason. The rules needed to be obeyed.

    “Read the rules,” Lan WangJi ground out. The sound of his own voice, oddly strained, gave him pause. Anger. He was feeling anger.

    It had been a long time.

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    25 Sep 2019

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    Lan WangJi turned away to bite into the loquat. He could barely taste it, that reward Wei WuXian had so carelessly tossed to him. Another sense fading. Would he soon be nothing but an empty set of GusuLan robes, pristine and perfect, a walking encyclopedia of rules and sword forms without heart to guide either?

    Did it...matter?

    Would anyone notice?

    There was no thrill of fear over the idea like he had felt when Wei WuXian had fallen not long ago. No sadness, no hurt. No sense of urgency.

    He thought...that should matter.