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#c:gen #ch:jc #f:mdzs #n:postcanon #n:♥ #t:fic | 'If you’ve ever believed me in anything, believe I want what’s best for Jin Ling,' the first line of the letter reads. Jiang Cheng has to stop and take a moment before he continues on to the next line: 'You must come to Carp Tower as soon as you can and lavish praise on the ugliest dog I’ve ever seen.'

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gather jewels from graveyards by LuckyDiceKirby (LXC/NHS)

#c:m/m #f:mdzs #n:postcanon #n:♥ #p:lxc/nhs #t:fic | Nie Huaisang stole happiness from Lan Xichen. He stole peace. If he could just see him, and see for himself exactly what he’s done, and know—that will be enough. Then he’ll be able to paint again, and his hands won’t shake as he does it, and he’ll remember why he ever in his life bothered to put brush to ink to paper. After all, a man should have to live with his mistakes. There is no other way to learn from them. His brother believed that. // this fic is fucking KILLER. post-canon, xisang, and the slow dissolution of nhs's persona.

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Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste (gen)

#c:gen #ch:jc #ch:lsz #ch:wwx #f:mdzs #n:postcanon #n:♥ #t:fic | Jiang Cheng gathers up his determination in both hands and goes to the Cloud Recesses to embark on one of the most difficult endeavors he can imagine: Repairing his relationship with his brother. To his surprise, he discovers he's become an uncle again... several times over. Wei Wuxian, what the fuck?!

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花无百日红; the flower that withers by yiqie (LWJ/WWX)

#c:m/m #f:mdzs #n:postcanon #n:timetravel #n:♥ #p:lwj/wwx #t:fic | Lan Wangji opens his mouth. He closes it. He is blisteringly aware of how absurd it sounds for him to say, I am you, only happier. The truth, perhaps, is not always the best choice. // absolutely killer. I've legit never recovered from reading wwx talking to his past self at the height of his trauma, or lwj thinking about how even in time travel he can't see wwx as he was before he gave up his golden core. also, this quote: “Solitude suits me.” Lan Wangji looks at this boy—this boy, who will not understand his pain for months, months, years, decades. All he knows now is cold. When you are born in winter, when you are raised in winter, when you are planted and watered and nurtured in winter, all you can ever know is ice. All you will ever know are hands too frozen to bend, feet too cold to feel.

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