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#c:gen #ch:lsz #ch:lwj #f:mdzs #t:fic | Lan Sizhui looks at him for a moment, smiles, and then darts forward for a hug. As a child, he used to cling like a patch of moss. He hugs Lan Wangji so rarely now that it startles Lan Wangji for a moment, how tall he’s grown. He may grow taller than Lan Wangji someday. For now, he’s still small enough for Lan Wangji to carefully curl an arm around his shoulders. Lan Wangji, Lan Sizhui’s fifteenth birthday, and the way it feels to miss a person who’s been gone for years.

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Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (gen)

#c:gen #ch:lsz #ch:lwj #f:mdzs #t:fic | Later, when he’s older, it’s this that A-Yuan will remember most: the stretch of silence, the two of them both dirty and shaking with fever, as he looked at Brother Rich, and Brother Rich looked back at him.

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After by tellthemstories (gen)

#c:gen #ch:lsz #ch:lwj #f:mdzs #t:fic | Lan Yuan does not smile for his first three years at Cloud Recesses.

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