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    Luo Binghe waits a moment…then repeats the action when Liu Qingge still doesn’t react. His voice lowers incrementally, darkening into something that promises violence in the absence of compliance. “Why are you ignoring me?”

    Stiffly, Liu Qingge says, “What difference would it make whether I am or not?”

    Silence follows the question. Then a scoff. Then…the demon’s posture changes. He unfolds himself, relaxing his shoulders and smiling insincerely. Lips closed, fangs concealed, like a famished tiger feigning civility.

    “My mistake,” he says softly, “I forgot how stubborn you can be, Liu-shishu.”

    Liu Qingge fails to suppress the shudder that squirms up his stiffened spine at this incongruously formal address. “I didn’t—you aren’t—Cang Qiong doesn’t claim you!”

    Luo Binghe only shrugs. Easily. Languidly. “I’ve only ever wanted Shizun to.”

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    Or; two stubborn men fight away their feelings, fail miserably at it, and decide where to go from there.

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    30 May 2026

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    When Kaveh first agreed to let Nilou set him up on a blind date, he didn’t think it would end up like this.

    Him, sitting in Puspa Cafe, fingers lightly tapping the side of his cup—and Al-Haitham, the Acting Grand Sage of the Akademiya, a decade older than Kaveh remembers and a decade more unfamiliar.

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    28 Feb 2026

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    He turns to Mydei, letting a gentle smile curve on his lips. Mydei’s eyes narrow to slits.

    “Hello there,” Phainon greets softly. He crouches down, inching closer. Mydei doesn’t budge, only tenses like a tightly coiled spring. “My name is Phainon. You’re Mydeimos, right?”

    Mydei doesn’t respond, lips pressed tightly shut. Phainon’s smile wavers, chest squeezing tight.

    “No one’s going to hurt you here,” he murmurs, extending his arm out. Mydei growls. Fear flashes through his eyes for a fleeting second, but it’s enough to have Phainon freezing in place, breath catching in his throat.

    (A mishap at the Abyss of Fate leaves Mydei a child whose only memories are of the Sea of Souls.)

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    20 Feb 2026

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    “Al-Haitham, what—”

    He freezes.

    There is a child in Al-Haitham’s covers, on Al-Haitham’s bed. A child. They can’t be older than two or three from how tiny they are. Their hair is a messy bird’s nest of gray strands, and their hands are small—gripped tight to Al-Haitham’s sheets. The child is drowning in the shirt they have on, the sleeves reaching their elbows and the collar drooping over their chest. For one nonsensical moment, Kaveh thinks, Al-Haitham never told him he had a child.

    (Al-Haitham turns into a kid. It goes about as well as you’d expect.)

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    24 Jan 2026

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    “So you two never, say, fell into the same cot together?”

    He feels a sharp flick to his forehead. Phainon flinches, eyes lifting to meet Mydei’s scowl. Despite the severe expression, there’s a slight flush to his cheeks—his golden eyes shifting from Phainon’s gaze. Something in Phainon sinks like a stone.

    “Have you no propriety, Deliverer?” Mydei asks. “Did no one teach you any manners?”

    Phainon forces out a sheepish laugh, his smile unsteady.

    “My apologies,” he says.

    (Phainon doesn’t think there’s anything more pathetic than being jealous of a dead man.)

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