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    Boggart yaos are deadly shapeshifters that scare their victims to death by taking the shape of their worst fears. Their true form has never been seen by anyone in recorded history…until now.

    A post-canon Xicheng fic.

    "You wish to know why the boggart yao did not take on a form when it faced me?" he asks. "What should I have left to be afraid of, I wonder? Losing my parents, my siblings, my home? The shidis and shimeis I grew up with? Or should I fear failing my duty to my sect by remaining unmarried and heirless? Perhaps I should be scared of failing those I love the most."

    He risks a glance towards Wei Wuxian and Jin Ling, and instantly regrets it. Wei Wuxian is in tears, and his nephew doesn't look a whole lot better. Breathing in deeply, Jiang Cheng looks at Lan Xichen instead, drawing strength from the steadiness of his presence.

    "What form could a boggart yao take for me," he finishes, "when everything I ever feared has already come to pass?"

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    Fazem mais de três anos que estou tomando meus remédios e sinto que essa é a primeira vez que consegui chorar tanto com uma fanfic. Seria loucura dizer que não me emocionei com nenhuma das minhas leituras desde que estou tratando minha inconveniente depressão, mas essa me tocou não apenas por ser escrita de uma forma impressionante mas sim porque a forma que Jiang Cheng foi construído - sua personalidade, suas reações, sua insegurança enraizada - me fez refletir. E que maravilha, não? Histórias boas são aquelas que nos tocam de alguma maneira, que fazem algum impacto nas nossas emoções. Me sinto abençoada por ter lido essa fanfic e ao mesmo tempo fico triste por não poder ter a chance de lê-la pela primeira vez.

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    The first time Lan Wangji met Wei Wuxian, he knew the man was the rumoured Fallen One, the powerful cultivator who was being punished by the heavens because of his demonic cultivation.

    He had lived for almost six-hundred years in order to fulfill the eighty-thousand soul contracts as his punishment in his loneliness. He remained immortal, not aging, not dying, until he finished them all.

    Lan Wangji had heard the tales about the Fallen One, but he had never expected he would’ve looked like this. None of those tales he had heard telling him that the man was dangerously alluring.

    (“Lan Zhan, ah, Lan Zhan, you’re a very good kid.” Wei Wuxian patted his head, “I have to go now, but when we meet again in the future, Lan Zhan, I want you to remember that to your lips only, my name is Wei Ying.”)

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    11 Mar 2020

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    donghyuck notices a change in mark in their last year together

    alternately, mark is in his last year and going away to college, but a can of soda and jisung's first soccer game make his realize a few things about his friendship with donghyuck

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    09 Apr 2019

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    Jaehyun goes to take another drink, but the bottle is empty. “I forgot what we’re talking about,” he says, standing up. “Am I driving somewhere tonight or not?”

    Ten smirks and pulls his phone out of his hoodie. “Let me ask Taeyong if he’s lonely,” he says.

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    14 Jul 2018

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    Yoongi is standing in aisle ten, staring soullessly at the instant ramen when the absurdity of his situation hits him and he fucking loses it, right there in the middle of his local grocery.

    And he’s lucky, really, that it’s four in the morning on a Tuesday and there’s nobody else except the grave-shift stockers to witness his bout of hysterics in the pasta aisle.

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    21 Jan 2018