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    Lan Zhan places his left hand on Wei Ying’s thigh. He hopes this will make Wei Ying remember he’s in public, rephrase his wording to something other than a blatant death threat, but Wei Ying stops speaking altogether. / Sometimes, Wei Ying wants to be taken cared of.

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    06 Mar 2022

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    Wei Ying leans on the bar. “So, what can I get you, Lan Zhan? Do you want your signature drink, or do you want to try something new?”

    Lan Zhan gets lost in the pretty face pushed in less than a foot from his own--and in the giddy realization that Wei Ying remembers his name. “Something new,” he says finally.

     

    “Great! It's harder since you don't do alcohol, but I like a challenge.” He winks at Lan Zhan before spinning around to peruse the shelves. “Are you more of a sweet or sour guy?”

    Lan Zhan’s taste in beverages pretty much begins and ends with green tea, but today is a day for risks. For climbing out of his rut and trying new things. He decided that in the last two minutes. Perhaps Wei Ying's enthusiasm is contagious.

    Or Wei Ying is a bartender who makes terrible drinks. Lan Zhan keeps going back to his bar anyway.

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    06 Feb 2022

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    Wei Ying abandons her suitcase to investigate the sleeping situation, already coming up with a hundred reasons not to inconvenience Lan Zhan by stealing half of her fucking bed, and then gets a better look at it.

    It’s huge. Wei Ying has seen a king bed before, and this is bigger than that. Is that a California King? Is that what those huge-ass orgy beds are called? There are parking spaces smaller than this bed. Wei Ying has lived in apartments smaller than this bed.

    “You know,” Wei Ying says thoughtfully, “I’ll level with you. I was gonna volunteer to sleep on the couch, or steal some pillows and blankets and sleep in the bathtub, but then I saw this monstrosity. Lan Zhan, look at this fucking bed.”

    Lan Zhan rests her hands on the room divider, her face softly amused. “I am looking.”

    “We could tend a whole herd of sheep on this bed,” Wei Ying says, warming to her subject. “We could cross the Pacific Ocean and weather any storm on this bed. Fuck, Lan Zhan, I could stage an entire community theatre production of Chicago on this bed.”

    Or: There was only one bed, but that part's fine, actually.

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    28 Dec 2021

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    YEAHHHHHHHH !!!!!!

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    It’s a really unfortunate thing, developing a crush on your husband. Wei Ying had assumed this would be easy. Lan Zhan had been so icy and unpleasant to him, it had never occurred to him that he might end up spending the next however many years with this dumb, burning feeling in his chest whenever he looks at him.

    “Okay,” says Wei Ying. “But tell me if I…if the pretending gets to be too hard, okay?”

    “It will not,” says Lan Zhan, quietly certain.

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    06 Nov 2021

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    “Be gone!” the pile of rags yelled, leaping up. “All those who disturb the sleep of the Yiling Laozu shall face the wrath of the Burial Mounds! The Blood Pool will boil over and scald the flesh from your bones! Fierce corpses will tear you limb from limb!”

    Lan Wangji startled back, coming up hard against the cave wall. The rags, seeing that he was moving towards the entrance, began waving apologetically.

    “Aiya, no, don’t go!” The frayed blankets dropped to reveal a boy around Lan Wangji’s age. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I thought you were one of the Wen brothers. The Blood Pool won’t really do any of that, I promise.”

    “Who … who are you?” Lan Wangji managed.

    “I’m the Yiling Laozu, of course,” said the boy, with a shrug. “Who else would I be?”

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    02 Oct 2021