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sparked kindling by volefriend (Gur/Valence)

#c:nb/nb #f:fatt #f:palisade #p:gur/valence #t:fic | “You can’t simply remove someone’s...culpability in inaction by taking it on yourself.” Valence lets their first honest thought be their response. “I would if I could, I guess.”

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panting like a dog at the edge of your bed by bloodletter (He Xuan/Shi Qingxuan)

#c:nb/nb #f:tgcf #p:hx/sqx #t:fic | It holds up its own hand in front of its face. Rotates it around. Examines through the darkness the sharp knuckles, the bony wrist, the unnatural pallor of its skin. This must be his body, it realizes. His body as it was before it was burned: starved, mad, and dead, but not rotten yet.

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the skies occult blue by bloodletter (Shi Qingxuan/He Xuan)

#c:nb/nb #f:tgcf #n:sexpollen #p:hx/sqx #t:fic | Okay. Shi Qingxuan liked to have fun. Everyone knew that she liked to have fun—she was the Young Lord Who Poured Wine, after all. It was her thing. But she was, genuinely, fairly restrained and dignified! She was classy! She did not get up in her lady form and beg for random male officials to take her clothes off!

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where the wind spins blue again by butchgoth (HX/SQX)

#c:nb/nb #f:tgcf #n:sexpollen #p:hx/sqx #t:fic | Beggars are among the ones who have not given up hope. Hands stretch toward her as He Xuan stalks through. Unfettered by her sharp glances, children, women, men...poverty is a great equalizer, and there is no one type of person that is immune from its effects. To prove that, around the next corner, sitting on a leg wrapped in bandaging, is the target of her dreadful walk through the Imperial City. Shi Qingxuan, somehow, has not changed much in the past five years. His hair still curls, eyes are still bright, and somehow, despite the impossibility of his life improving, Shi Qingxuan has yet to break. As she approaches him, Shi Qingxuan folds down the hood on his head and smiles at her. “Would it be strange to ask for spare coin?” he asks. Instead of answering, He Xuan thrusts the xiaolong in his hand. Shi Qingxuan takes it, very carefully untucking the fragile arm from a makeshift sling. He uses enervated fingers to pull open the top, inhaling the steam that spills out.

3 years ago | View Shared by zeiat

shipbuilding by volefriend (Broun/Valence)

#c:nb/nb #f:fatt #f:pzn #p:broun/valence #t:fic | “So what about the ship?” “What about it?” “I promised you I’d get it for you,” Valence says, and they find themself clenching their hands into fists, on impulse. “So what do you want it to be like?”

3 years ago | View Shared by zeiat

see you in the morning by imperialhare (Broun/Valence)

#c:nb/nb #f:fatt #f:pzn #n:telepathy #n:xeno #p:broun/valence #t:fic | <What does it feel like? When I touch you.> Fuck, that came off too flirty, probably? Broun feels their face flush, and is grateful that the room is dimly lit. - Broun tests their new connection with Valence.

3 years ago | View Shared by zeiat

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