AceWithoutGrace



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    Wei Wuxian grits his teeth, knowing he has no other choice. Not if it means Lan Zhan’s life. Besides, the Cloud Recesses has the best library and a long history of dealing with curses. It’s the most logical choice, even if he’d like to punch logic in the face right now.

    “Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan asks.

    He gives him a grim smile. “Looks like you’re finally getting your wish, Lan Zhan.”

    Lan Zhan stares back at him, expression blank.

    “I’m coming to Gusu with you.”

     

    Or: Lan Wangji gets hit with a curse that requires Wei Wuxian to stay in close proximity at all times. Everything only gets more complicated from there.

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    Wen Qing would probably never know who their nameless cultivator used to be, or what kind of secret grief he hides beneath his bowed shoulders. But the man makes Wei Wuxian smile, in a way he doesn't anymore after Lan Wangji refused to stay for dinner and never visited again. And perhaps, surrounded by death and resentment as they are, perhaps that's enough.

    After wandering the realm for years in the wake of his wife's death, Qingheng-Jun came to the Burial Mounds - And stayed.

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    "An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break."

    The Maomao that had read those fated words was just a child—naive and sharp-eyed but so full of heart. The Maomao that read it had clumsy hands and chipped teeth, yard-tanned skin and endless questions. She hadn't the faintest clue of destiny's cruel design, and it would be cruel. There would be hate and horror and humorless irony in every turn, but that young Maomao grinned and relaxed down into the sunbaked grass with a crude legends children's book beside her. If her destiny was already set, it didn't matter what she did.

     

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    “Yiling Patriarch,” he begins, and Wei Wuxian’s face clouds.

    “Please. That’s not – you know me, Zewu-jun. What’s wrong? Why are you here?” He walks over and Lan Xichen sees he has no weapon, not even his flute. He came to meet Wangji unarmed, defenseless. With a smile on his face.

    “I’m here to ask for your help. It’s Wangji. He’s ill.”

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