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  1. Public Bookmark 72

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    The old woman laughs, nodding. “Of course, of course. We’ve always got some room for some fellow friends of Hanguang-jun," she says.

     

    Wei Wuxian marvels at how social Lan Zhan has become in the years since he's been dead. "Oh? If you don't mind me asking, how exactly did you become friends of Hanguang-jun?" he asks.

     

    The two women exchange a look. It's a little wary but a little knowing too. "Ah," says the other one. "Well, we always kind of knew?"

     

    "Yes," agrees the innkeeper. "It wasn't really one big thing."

     

    "Ah." Wei Wuxian does not really understand how you can just know you're friends with someone, especially someone as personal as Lan Zhan. Oh well, he supposes this is just a new thing he'll have to get used to.

     

     

    or; friend of hanguang-jun becomes a euphemism for being gay, much like friend of dorothy in our world. wei wuxian, however, has been dead for sixteen years and does not know this.

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    09 Jun 2021

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    “What’s next?” Wen Kexing finds that he doesn't want to know, but he asks anyway.

    “Scent, touch, hearing, and then sight.”

    He pulls Zhou Zishu’s face down to his neck. “What’s this smell?”

    “Um, the green bottle with the cork—no, the agate stopper—on the stool next to the bathtub.”

    Wen Kexing lets him go, reassured at least by that. He thinks for a while, and needles out, “So all this time, I’ve been cooking for someone who can’t even taste the hard work I put in.”

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    cooking for a dying person in the shadow of his old home, until his self-destruct button can be safely turned off.

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    08 Jun 2021

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    As Zhou Zishu raises his head, his line of sight is tangled with Wen Kexing's gaze. Around them, the music playing in the background and sounds of people picking vegetables and pushing their carts drop away. It's enough for the both of them to break into smiles. Wen Kexing lifts a hand to rest on Zhou Zishu's left hand where it's draped over the handle of the shopping cart, and gives it a light squeeze.

    "A-Xu," he says.

    "Mm," Zhou Zishu responds.

     
    A fic about the inherent romance of ambling through a supermarket on a Tuesday afternoon with the person you love.

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    06 Jun 2021

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    There's one thing worse than attacking Jiang Wanyin and failing.

    Succeeding.

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    06 Jun 2021

  5. Public Bookmark 28

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    Almost five years to the day after Prince Qi's execution, Jingyan took his child and ran.

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    02 Jun 2021