29 Jul 2020
collection of my qijiu week ficlets
day 1 - eros - fox bride shen jiu
day 2 - storge - single dad shen jiu + qijiu as exes
day 3 - philautia - masturbation + quarantine fic
day 4 - pragma - wedding + bridezilla shen jiu
Shen Yuan is happy about her sister's big lesbian wedding, in theory. She could do without being roped into Shen Jiu's bridezilla tendencies, though.
long shadows by skywalkers for shadhahvar
29 Jun 2020
After Yue Qi dies, he finds himself back in the cave where he fused himself with Xuan Su. Given a second chance, he resolves to protect Shen Jiu at any cost.
04 May 2020
Shen Jiu is the author of the low-fantasy political intrigue webnovel《Tangram | 七巧板》under the pseudonym Deep Winter. After dying in a bike crash, he wakes up in the body of the closest thing the novel has to a main love interest: Shen Yuan. Which would be great, except that it means Shen Jiu has to deal with the protagonist - his own fictional version of his dead best friend - who won't leave him the fuck alone.
25 Nov 2018
When Adora left Catra in the Hordak foster home and was adopted by the Brightmoons, Catra swore she'd never forgive her former best friend. Three years later, reunited at Etheria High, can Adora change her mind and win her back?
(A.k.a. the Jock/Punk AU)
29 Aug 2020
In Shang Qinghua’s defense, this whole trope was originally something he’d only ever written in for Sha Hualing, for precisely one scene.
Nog learns Very Important Lessons about mature relationships, emotional vulnerability, and proper lobe maintenance.
Star Trek is full of allegories. This one is about douching.
When Sisko tells Dax that he hasn't had sex since Jennifer died, she happily offers to help him over that hurdle. And Trill biology makes sexual healing especially fun.
Filthy smut with a touch of plot.
10 Oct 2020
To say that he runs to his car would be incorrect, as he is a Lan, and running is both undignified and unnecessary unless in immediate danger. Nor does he slam his key into the ignition, or aggressively swerve around the cars on the freeway, or have a mild panic attack at the fact he is picking A-Yuan up late from school for the first time ever.
He comes close, though.
By the time he arrives, it’s 4:35PM, and he has imagined about fifty different worse-case scenarios. The door is partly open when he gets to it, a messy label of 104B—Art Room scrawled with chalk on a placard next to the faded wood. As he opens it fully, he expects to see a wailing, terrified child, or perhaps a scene of utter misery and betrayal.
What he finds is his son, hands covered in paint, being sung to by a beautiful, dark-haired stranger.
“Ducks live in the pond, yellow ducks, happy ducks!”
Lan Wangji stops in his tracks.
(Or: Falling in love with your son’s art teacher, in five parts)
Bookmarked by skywalkers
16 Oct 2020
04 Oct 2020
“It’s okay that you miss him,” said Lan Wangji, a familiar litany to them both by now. “Do you feel sad?”
“I feel sad,” A-Yuan repeated, shoulders hitching with tiny hiccuping sniffs. “When is he coming back?”
“I don’t know. I am not sure where he is.”
But this seemed to frustrate A-Yuan. “Xian-gege! I miss him! Please, baba?” He looked up at him with wet cheeks and a wide, quivering frown. “Please baba can you ask him? I really miss him!” He sobbed again, heartbreakingly.
It stabbed straight through him, cracking open the reservoir of loss and helplessness that was all his own. His child’s grief did that, sometimes. It always took him by surprise. He caught his breath sharply and gathered A-Yuan into his arms, holding him tight until the pain ebbed.
“I will try,” he said softly into A-Yuan’s hair, when he could speak again. He never made uncertain promises and tried not even to raise uncertain hopes, but his son was hurting. His son believed he could make it better. He couldn’t not try.
Wen Qing might at least know who this “Xian-gege” was. He would text her in the morning. It would be a start.
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15 Oct 2020