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“This,” says Teng Xiao, attempting to rest a hand on the child's shoulder, who sidesteps the gesture with remarkable ease, “is Yanqing. He walked into the Seat of Divine Foresight an hour ago demanding to talk to the Arbiter-General.”
Jing Yuan waits for him to continue, and they stand in an awkward silence for a moment as he realises that is the end of the statement. “Was he unhappy with your service?” Jing Yuan inclines, holding his hands behind his back and fiddling with his fingers.
Teng Xiao brings up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose in a bizarre gesture of discomfort, and sighs. “No. For some reason, he believes that you are the current Arbiter-General of the Luofu.”
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29 Jul 2024
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Jing Yuan takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying desperately to compose himself before Yanqing comes back. His head aches. His chest aches. His everything aches, Phantylia’s final spit in the face making itself known.
It takes a nation (and some intergalactic meddling) to get one stubborn old man his happy ending.
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- Part 8 of Author's Favorites
- Part 1 of home, built like a cage from which to sing
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21 Jul 2024
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it's not jealousy (i swear) by battosterone
Fandoms: 余污 - 肉包不吃肉 | Remnants of Filth - Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat
12 Jul 2023
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He isn't possessive, he swears. But Mo Xi can't help but feel a twinge of bitterness whenever his roommate leaves to hang with someone else.
Especially when that said someone else is none other an Lu Zhanxing.
But hey, it wasn't as if he were jealous or anything, right?
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05 Jun 2024
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combine well, stir by cafecliche
Fandoms: 余污 - 肉包不吃肉 | Remnants of Filth - Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat
26 Dec 2023
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At the stony look on Mo Xi’s face, Murong Lian’s lips take on a sly tilt. “There’s no need to worry. Even when he prefers my cooking, he won’t be any less besotted with you.”
Mo Xi does not miss the key word, there: when. “What does that mean?” he asks.
“Nothing at all,” Murong Lian says as he slides a stock pot onto the stove, next to Mo Xi’s bubbling porridge. “Just that there’s no shame in being a spoiled young master. It’s not as if you can help it, Xihe-jun. It’s how you were raised.”
Mo Xi is grateful, as he so often is, that the boil of his spiritual power has settled since he was a child. Gu Mang loves this kitchen. It would be a shame to burn any of it.
(Or: when Gu Mang falls ill, Mo Xi and Murong Lian take it upon themselves to cook for him. A few insecurities boil themselves to the surface along the way.)
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05 Jun 2024