“If you died,” Huaisang started, not knowing quite where he was going with this. “I mean, you did die, da-ge, but if someone had killed you… what would you want to happen next?”
In the wake of Nie Mingjue’s death, Nie Huaisang realises how much he’s been left in ignorance. How could the artsy little brother be left to run their ancestral asteroid-mining clan? What other secrets are hidden in his san-ge’s past? And how should he get revenge?
Maybe having da-ge’s personality backed up on a server was supposed to help with all this. Maybe.
Wei Wuxian, pining in the Burial Mounds.
Tfw you think of a great fic title out of the blue, but then realise that the kind of story it would fit is Too Sad to Write. Not!fic, archived from Twitter.
Jiang Cheng searched for Wen Qing throughout the Sunshot Campaign, despite knowing that their obligations had kept them apart before and might always do so.
Wen Qing couldn't allow herself to hope that anyone else would try to save her brother and family. She'd already worked one miracle in her life; why should there be any more?
Under the threat of another open war between the Great Sects of the cultivation world, neither of them knew what to expect.
Xue Yang is sewing. In the indecisive light of a single candle, the seam he's reinforcing wavers back and forth, merging with his fingertips until the stab of the needle separates them suddenly out: the thing that bleeds and hurts, and the thing that lets the sharp point pass through and through it, apathetic.
A character study of Xue Yang and his sewing skills, through the years in Yi City.