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    Being at a club was not Lan Wangji’s original plan for the night. That honor went to a pot of tea, the romance novel he’d been saving as a reward for finishing the semester, and sweatpants. Being at a club is Jin Zixuan’s fault.

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    01 Nov 2024

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    Within a forest marked by shadows and atop a mountain drenched in resentment lives a man feared by death itself. With corpses as his playmates and ghosts as his suitors, it’s said he wields more power than every Sect combined—which is why no one sect ever dares to face him head on.

    It’s well acknowledged that any man with such power is looking for someone to join him at his side, and when the Yiling Patriarch decides to find his own such partner, he offers up a game.

    in which Lan Wangji searches for a ghost, courts a crow, and finds his happy ever after.

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    08 Aug 2024

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    "Eh! 'Little brother,' what!" Wei WuXian says, mock-outraged. "I'm thirty-five!" (Sort of. He was born thirty-five years ago, anyway.) "You must be, what, twenty-five tops?"

    "Nooo," Xie Lian says, smiling. "I'm eight hundred years old."

    "You don't look a day over four hundred," Wei WuXian says. "Seriously, how old are you?"

    "Seriously, I'm eight hundred years old," Xie Lian tells him.

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    Lan WangJi had a lot of time to pray to different gods while Wei WuXian was dead. One of them was Hua Cheng.

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    22 Jun 2024

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    His fingers hesitate on Wei Ying’s arm, then brush a strand of hair from his face, catching in the blood on his skin. They linger there behind his ear, barely touching his warmth, gentle. Lan Wangji’s heart will not slow down, and he does not know why. All he knows is that seeing Wei Ying like that, ripped apart and flayed by his own darkness, has settled something in his chest, answered an unasked question.

    This man did not become a monster with gladness.

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    Darkness and light, fear and promise, loneliness and belonging: Lan Wangji stumbles across a crumbling castle in the mountains, and discovers that the balance is never as even as it seems.

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    10 Jun 2024

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    “Or maybe Lan Qiren knows you want to bother Lan Wangji so he sent a curse to stop you."

     “Ha ha,” Wei Wuxian mocks, throwing out a weak glare that does no damage, “I don’t want to bother Lan Zhan—"

    As soon as Wei Wuxian finishes saying Lan Wangji’s name, the same feeling from before overwhelms him. This time, when he finishes coughing up the flower—this one catching terribly in his mouth, the head blooming widely within the confines of his teeth as the stem comes up, making the petals tear as he spits it onto the ground—it’s a flower he recognizes. A pink tulip, mostly intact, and appearing as if it had been plucked from a garden and not yanked from somewhere within Wei Wuxian’s chest.

    Wei Wuxian flirts with the wrong florist and ends up with a curse that forces to accept more than a few things he's decided to ignore about himself.

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    10 Jun 2024