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    "Is there something Tianlang-Jun needs?" Mobei-Jun grits out between his teeth. He is speaking like this more and more frequently recently.

    "I simply desire the chance to teach someone younger than me the proper way to woo a human, considering I'm one of the few demons who has ever managed it." That gives Mobei-Jun pause. Tianlang-Jun notices. "Considering the only models you may have for this kind of relationship would be myself and that son of mine, I had assumed you may want help. Unless, of course, you would prefer a relationship more like the one my son has built with his teacher."

    "You have successfully courted a human."

    "Famously, I'd say. Or infamously, I suppose, depending on who you're asking. But it certainly did happen. You can look to the emperor of our realm, if you have any doubt."

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    Tianlang-Jun comes to visit the Northern Desert Palace. Tianlang-Jun is very bored. Tianlang-Jun finds a way to entertain himself.

    Written for a Gotcha for Gaza prompt "on behalf of @gusufan--please tag them! I would like a post-canon Moshang get together fic. sfw or nsfw doesn't matter :)" from @boomfanfic

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    10 Oct 2025

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    "Truly, your suffering is never ending," Liao Qinglan drawls, reaching out to refill Shang-shixiong's cup, because she's nice like that. He's not making any sense right now, and he'll start making even less sense if he drinks the new cup, but that's fine too. What kind of peak lord could she call herself, if she wasn't prepared for such things?

    Liao Qinglan, peak lord of Zui Xian Peak. Specializing in alcohol.

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    Liao Qinglan spends her days making wine, drinking with Shang Qinghua, and having a good time. Surely, this will never be disrupted.

    Written for the Gotcha for Gaza prompt "would love a fic about Zui Xian, the Cang Qiong Mountain devoted to...alcohol. What are they doing over there?"

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    Mobei Jun may be a powerful demon lord, second-in-command only to his OP son, but why was he constantly finding himself dangerous scenarios? Why does a lowly peak lord have to be the one to keep bailing him out of trouble?! Please give this servant a break, my king!

    Or, all the times Shang Qinghua was promoted in Mobei Jun’s service.

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    18 Sep 2025

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    “You always leave for Blue’s mating flights,” Keith snaps, irritation and aggression radiating off of him in waves— but— but Lance doesn’t feel any threat from it. “Why haven’t you left?”

    “What’s it to you?” Lance fires back, all defiance as he stands his ground.

    Keith doesn’t answer. Instead, he sets his jaw, grinding his teeth with furrowed brows. His nostrils flare. Fists clench and stretch at his sides. His shoulders move with heavy breaths. There’s a darkening shade of red high on his cheekbones…

    He looks…

    Flustered.

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    A dragonriders au where Keith and Lance are pining endlessly and finally stop beating around the bush and give in to the sexual tension

     

    UPDATE: SEQUEL oneshot "Breaking Ground" now in Chapter Two - Keith's POV - The journey to become weyrmates and genuine lovers - 53k word update

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    Eddie running his fingers along Buck’s split skin and muscle should be painful to him, but Buck's mouth falls open like he’s never felt a greater pleasure. He falls forward into Eddie, forehead resting on his collarbone, and Eddie lets his fingers explore. Buck is burrowing his face in closer to Eddie, gathering Eddie’s shirt in his fists, doing everything to press himself closer and pull Eddie in closer in return.

     

    He traces the outlines of the wounds. As he does so, they disappear under his fingertips. Eddie closes his eyes and imagines himself extinguishing a fire, advancing to the core of it as he knocks it down. He presses his fingers into the center of each strip of Buck’s pain, listens to Buck gasp, and then there’s skin. He runs his hands everywhere just to double check. There’s just skin and raised scar tissue.

     

    Buck breathes.

     

    Buck is breathing.

    Eddie has never believed in God, but if there is one person on this Earth who has reached divinity, it would be Buck.

    A wing fic.

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    06 Jul 2025