#the donghai battle was a hatefuck au

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For the WIP game, laugh??

Well, you just gave me an excuse to post a very belated...

WiP Wednesday

...so, thank you, @thehumantrampoline! ;D

[If anyone else wants to send words for the WiP game, please do! And if you want to try specifying a fandom, you can do so. If it's a fandom I've been in, odds are I have a WiP for it. XD]

Set about 6-12 months after Li Lianhua visits Tianji Hall to impart a little Yangzhouman-healing to Fang Duobing...

[Earlier snippets of this fic in no particular order.]

Li Lianhua put the latest of Xiaobao's letters into the box with the rest and tucked it away.  Most of his letters were much the same: effusive thanks, admonishments to take care of himself, threats against Wuyan's imaginary thieving impulses, offers of hospitality… and now this.

Li Lianhua lifted the box that had come with this latest letter.  He'd ignored Xiaobao's offer of gifts and assistance, because such things hadn't been necessary.  They had their garden, they had his doctoring skills, and Lao Di had numerous accounts that no one in Jinyuanmeng was even aware of, much less would notice if they were utilized.  They didn't want for anything… at least not anything money could buy.

It seemed, however, that Xiaobao was determined to send gifts, regardless of their need or lack thereof.  Li Lianhua slowly opened the box, then sucked in a breath.

The hairpin was delicate silver in the shape of a branch, with little fans of needle-like leaves sprouting from the forked end.  It was delicately made, but had a comforting heft to it, sturdy enough to take some rough handling.  It wasn't the quite the lotus theme he had been thus far drawn to in the hair ornaments he'd worn in this new life, but it was close kin.  Li Lianhua rans his fingers over it, a smile twitching onto his lips in spite of himself.

It was beautiful.

It also wasn't an entirely appropriate gift for a child to give an adult.  The craftsmanship was masterful, the detailing exquisite; it must have cost a small fortune.  And if Li Lianhua wished to spend that kind of money on his hair ornaments, then he would have done.  He didn't need a child picking out his accessories.

…then again, the money was already spent.  So what was the harm?

Later on, as he was making dinner, gentle fingers ran themselves along the new hairpin, where it was threaded through his hair, before drifting down his neck in a gentle caress.  Li Lianhua shivered as those hands were replaced by lips and a hint of teeth.  Just as Li Lianhua was about to put down his knife and forget about dinner for a while, those hands and those lips disappeared, replaced by a low grumble of a voice.

"The hairpin is new."

A pause.

"Fang Duobing?"

Li Lianhua returned to chopping up the vegetables for dinner.  "How did you know?"

"He might have mentioned it one or two letters ago.  Sent a drawing.  Asked if I thought you'd like it."

Li Lianhua snorted out a brief laugh.  "Did he, now.  And you neglected to warn me about this, why?"

Those hands returned, this time wrapping around his middle, A-Fei's body pressed all along his back.  There was still enough of a chill in the air from the last vestiges of winter that Li Lianhua appreciated the heat that came with the cuddling, but it was going to be far more difficult to cook with A-Fei hanging off of him like an octopus.  "That isn't an answer, Lao Di."

A-Fei buried his smile into the crook of Li Lianhua's neck, along with a few scattered kisses.  When he eventually lifted his head, Li Lianhua's own head was spinning just a little, and he'd almost forgotten his own question by the time Lao Di answered it.

"I wanted it to be a surprise."

Li Lianhua took a moment to regather his widely scattered thoughts before responding.  "…why?"

Lao Di stepped back, taking all that lovely warmth with him, as he slowly slid the hair ornament out of his own hair and began to strip off his outer layers.  Li Lianhua found himself shivering again… and not altogether from the cold.  By the time A-Fei had reached the bed and stretched out on it, he was completely, gloriously nude.  He crooked a finger in Li Lianhua's direction, and for just a moment, Li Lianhua had no idea how he was supposed to respond to all of that on display in his bed.

Then A-Fei smiled.  "Don't you want the rest of your present?"

…maybe he could get used to surprises.

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WiP Wednesday

I made it by an hour! A nod to @bbcphile who helped me figure out which scene to post and for always being super supportive. ^_^

This bit takes place after Li Lianhua has had a bad Bicha flare-up. He wakes up in Di Feisheng's arms and instincts overrides common sense for a little while before Di Feisheng puts a stop to the proceedings. This little tete-a-tete happens as part of a much longer discussion after that disaster.

[Other snippets posted, not necessarily in order.]

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Silence returned, slipping between the cracks in the Lotus Tower's walls and stealing Li Lianhua's breath along with his will to fight one more fight.

"…I'm sorry."

Li Lianhua looked up, finally meeting Di Feisheng's gaze across the disheveled covers.  Flatly, he said, "…you're sorry."

Di Feisheng sat back, all of his limbs properly in their own space again, a wince dancing about his features as his hands found each other in his lap, an uncharacteristic burst of fidgeting capturing Li Lianhua's attention as completely as his words did a moment later.

"I shouldn't have—"

Li Lianhua overrode him, a bite in his words joining the flush in his cheeks.  "You shouldn't have what, Di-mengzhu?"

Abruptly, Di Feisheng was still once more, his undivided attention narrowing in on Li Lianhua's words.  "I thought we were past that."

Li Lianhua crossed his arms over his chest, turning to look out the window.  There was frost on the ground.  He'd have to get the rest of the harvest in and prepare to leave, to seek out warmer climates that wouldn't tempt the Bicha out of hiding so easily.

If Di-mengzhu would let him.

A soft growl laced through Di Feisheng's next words.  "Li Xiangyi…"

A snort.  "It seems neither of us is past that, then."

Li Lianhua could tell the exact moment when Di Feisheng considered reaching for him with injuring intent… and decided against it.  Li Lianhua can't handle rough treatment, after all.  Li Lianhua can't handle the simplest of chores on his own without help.  Li Lianhua can't do any of the things Li Xiangyi could do with such ease.  Li Xiangyi was an object of worship of admiration of desire and Li Lianhua was only to be pitied.  Li Lianhua couldn't bear that look one moment longer and turned away.  Quietly he said, "I'm going to ask you one last time, Di-mengzhu.  What do you want of me?"

"I've told you that already."

"To stay by my side."

"Yes."

"Just that and nothing more."

"Yes."

"That will be enough for you, will it?"

"Yes."

Li Lianhua shivered at the finality in that tone, arms raising to wrap around his own torso as he shook—from the cold or from something else, he could no longer say.  "What if that isn't enough for me?"

Li Lianhua startled at a sudden movement beside him, only settling when the fallen blanket was draped over his shoulders once more.  He pulled it tight, crossing the fabric over itself at his neck and tucking the ends underneath the blanket on his lap.  It helped, but not nearly as much as the furnace of Di Feisheng's body under the covers with him had.

Di Feisheng met his gaze and held it.  Like a moth to a flame, Li Lianhua couldn't look away.  "Then what, Li Lianhua, do you want of me?"

For a moment, their gazes locked, frozen in place as each held their breath.  The easy lie was right there, sitting on the tip of his tongue, ready to lash forth like a whip against this fragile moment.  Safe.  Protective.  Li Lianhua could cut his losses and run.  Right now.  He just had to say the words.

He couldn't say the words.

Instead, Li Lianhua gave in to the shivering, small thing in his chest that just wanted to feel warm, even if only for a moment, to the sheer unadulterated need that had fluttered through his stomach more times than he could count since Di Feisheng had walked back into his life.  And he said those words instead.

"I want you to want me the same way you wanted him."

"Him?"

"Li Xiangyi." 

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WiP Wednesday... actually on Wednesday for once!

I know, I know, I'm also surprised. XD

Here we have Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing's first meeting when "A-Fei" and "Li-shenyi" have come to Tianji Hall to see if anything can be done for the young master, Shan Gudao's nephew. Li-shenyi is off being wined and dined by He Xiaohui and Di Feisheng has wandered off and come across Fang Duobing practicing in an overgrown courtyard... and can't resist poking his nose in.

[Earlier snippets of this fic in no particular order.]

Di Feisheng's smile widened.  The boy had spirit.  He could see all too well why he would have attracted Li Xiangyi's attention.  Xiangyi always did hate to see potential go to waste.  Given a few more years to refine that skill and hone his body into fighting form, the boy could be quite an entertaining opponent.  Not Li Xiangyi's caliber, of course, but then who was apart from himself?

He leaned in and gave the boy's elbow a hard tap.  "Too high.  You'll exhaust yourself keeping your arm aloft and have no strength left for the thrust forward."

The boy's eyes narrowed, but he did as instructed, his carriage much improved even with that one simple instruction.  His next attack had some power behind it, and Di Feisheng felt the reverberation all the way up his arm as he moved to block it.  The boy could feel the difference, too, if his delighted smile was anything to go by.  Di Feisheng spent the next several minutes correcting a several other stances, showing the boy how to get the best leverage he could when he was so much shorter than his opponent.  That would serve him well until he reached his full height, even if he did manage to get out of that chair.

When the boy had run through the last of his energy, his arm shaking as he held the sword aloft, his face dripping with sweat, Di Feisheng called their time to an end.  The boy lowered his sword into his lap, gratefully gulping at the water skin slung over the back of his chair.  When he'd caught his breath again, the look he turned upwards was one that Di Feisheng well recognized.  Xiangyi looked much the same when plotting some of his most ridiculous mischief.  He sighed.  "You may call me A-Fei."

"Just A-Fei?"

"Just A-Fei."

A snort of laughter nearly had the boy inhaling his next drink of water, but he got himself under control quickly enough.  "That's a ridiculous name for a grown man to be called."

"And you can think of no reason for a grown man not to give his full name to a child?"

The boy opened his mouth, but closed it just as quickly, brow furrowing.  Di Feisheng leaned against the boy's practice tree, arms folded over his chest, waiting.  Eventually, the boy asked quietly, "How do you know Xiangyi Swordplay well enough to teach it?"

"Now that, Fang-gongzi, is a worthy question."

Di Feisheng stayed just long enough to see the boy's eyes widen, then used qinggong to leap the fence and travel back to the main house.  Surely Li Lianhua was free of He-tangzhu's hospitality by now and could be persuaded to get down to business about the boy.  Because Shan Gudao's nephew or not, there was something of worth in that tiny frame, and Li Lianhua could use a dose of that determined spirit.

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I'm having fun posting these every week even if I never seem to actually hit Wednesday, so how about another snippet? ^_^ This part comes after the night of the Donghai battle the next morning on the beach.

[Other snippets of this fic that have been shared, not necessarily in fic canon order.]

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Di Feisheng woke to the sound of water: the soft susurrus of the waves against the shore, the steady patter of light raindrops hitting the sand and lighter plinks where they hit the ocean.  A quiet groan soon joined those sounds as he rolled himself onto his back, the aches and pains of last night's adventures making themselves heard loud and clear over all the others.  He pried open his eyes to the treacherous clouds overhead, hanging low and heavy and promising more rain for those unwary enough to be caught out in it a second time.  They'd have to move soon.  If Li Xiangyi were any more capable of it than he felt right now.  Easing back onto his side, Di Feisheng stretched his free hand over to reach for Li Xiangyi's wrist… and froze.

Li Xiangyi was gone.

Barely a breath later, Di Feisheng was on his feet, aches and pains forgotten, the robes that had been draped over him in his sleep pooling onto the sand.  He scanned the beach, gaze skipping from sand dune to sand dune, cursing the rain that had wiped away any traces of where Li Xiangyi might have gone.  The man could have turned into a ghost and floated away for all the surrounding terrain gave clues of his whereabouts.  He was just… gone.

The blast of a cold wind brought with it the sting of a thousand grains of sand, a harsh reminder to search out what articles of clothing he could find and make use of them.  He found both shoes, though he seemed to be minus one sock, all of his underlayers save the Yinzhou armor, and both of his outer layers.  His dao, he found, had been safely within reach of where he'd awoken.  Li Xiangyi's clothes were missing, as was his sword.  All of this gave him hope that Li Xiangyi had at least left the beach under his own power—or their combined power, as the case might be—but where could the man have gone?  They might have saved him from immediate death last night, but that didn't mean he was out of danger.

Once he had collected himself and his belongings, Di Feisheng pulled a golden whistle from an inner pocket of his robes.  Wuyan was never far from him, and he had never yet failed to answer his lord's call.  If there was one man in the entire world who understood the meaning of loyalty, it was him.  He would come now, too.

Di Feisheng had no sooner finished cresting the dunes back onto the more solid footing of the road than Wuyan caught up to him, dipping his head in a perfunctory bow before raising his eyes to roam Di Feisheng's figure.  Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he relaxed his posture, awaiting instructions.  Neither was fond of wasting breath on pleasantries or questions, especially ones that were unnecessary.  Doing him the same courtesy of coming straight to the point, Di Feisheng said, "Li Xiangyi.  You saw him leave and said nothing?"

Wuyan's eyebrow lifted, a brief, sardonic smile crossing his lips before he answered.  "My lord, he was already gone when I arrived.  I have been running interference to keep Jiao-guniang from finding you all evening.  I assumed you wouldn't want… unexpected company."

A sneer twisted Di Feisheng's lips before he could control it.  "You assumed correctly."  He sighed.  "There's no help for it, then.  Two can search more efficiently than one and he can't have gone far in his condition.  We'll just have to track him down."

Three hours later, with a sinking certainty that one determined fool could, in fact, have gotten much further in his condition than he should have been able to, Di Feisheng was nearly ready to admit defeat and change tactics.  But just as he was about to call Wuyan back to his side to regroup, the twin of his golden whistle let out a piercing cry from back on the beach.

Di Feisheng wasted no further time, leaping into the air and speeding towards the source of that sound.

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WiP Wednesday... is only two days late?

Haven't done one of these in a while, but I finally cracked the writer's block last night and thought I might share. ^_^ Enjoy?

[Earlier snippets of this fic in no particular order.]

Long familiarity with the road led to a mind that wandered as far as his feet.  He lost himself in going over his mental checklist of chores, trying to sort out the most efficient order to get everything done before he could be on his way.  But a soft growl from behind him followed by the whistle of a blade leaving its sheath jerked his mind rapidly back to the present.

Dropping the basket, Li Lianhua whirled and grabbed for the growling puppy even as he put a hand out keep the person she had been menacing at bay.  "Lao Di, stop!"

But Di Feisheng was already moving, his dao faster than most eyes could see… right past Li Lianhua and towards a group of rough looking men further up the road.  The puppy continued to growl and bark from her place in Li Lianhua's arms, hackles raised and teeth bared as though she'd love nothing more than to join in the fight.  Li Lianhua tightened his grip, though whether he did so for his own benefit or for hers, even he couldn't have said.

Seconds later, the fight was over, the few bandits who'd had the sense to run carrying their compatriots who no longer could.  Di Feisheng wiped off his dao, sliding it carefully and with great precision back into its sheath before turning.  The set expression on his face gave away nothing of what he was thinking, but the clipped way he began stalking back towards Li Lianhua made it clear enough what he was feeling.

When he reached Li Lianhua, Di Feisheng grabbed a fistful of his collar and jerked him close—close enough that the warmth of his breath ghosted over Li Lianhua's face.  "You didn't even sense them, did you."

Less a question and more a statement of fact, Li Lianhua wasn't quite sure how to respond.  He scratched briefly at his nose, eyes darting around quickly enough to avoid it every time Di Feisheng tried to catch his gaze.  The longer Li Lianhua refused to answer, the tighter Di Feisheng's grip on his robe became.  Eventually he let him go with a small push that startled a yipe out of the puppy in Li Lianhua's arms.  Di Feisheng shook his head.  "The puppy has more sense than you do.  You know better."

Li Lianhua's face heated.  He did know better.  He shouldn't have let himself get distracted.  But the simple truth was that he'd gotten used to having a shadow on his way to and from town, and before that an actual companion. And Di Feisheng was vigilant enough for both of them and enough of a visible threat that it rendered that vigilance unnecessary most of the time.  Li Lianhua had grown complacent, having absolute faith that Di Feisheng would deal with any trouble long before it arrived.

Li Lianhua smiled.

He hadn't been wrong, had he?

Di Feisheng stared at him for a minute, finally letting out a huff of disgust.  "I cannot imagine what about this situation amuses you."

Li Lianhua hiked the puppy up a bit higher in his arms and stooped to pick up the basket.  "Nothing.  I just didn't realize that the try-outs for the position of my guard dog had two applicants."

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OK, so I missed WiP Wednesday AGAIN, but I'm getting closer? From earlier in the fic this time, set after Monk Wuliao brings Li Xiangyi and Di Feisheng back to Pudu Temple to do what he can to heal Li Xiangyi from the Bicha Poison...

[Other snippets posted, not necessarily in order.]

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Di Feisheng moved to the other side of the pallet, taking Li Xiangyi's hand in his, pressing his fingers against his wrist.  It was exactly as the monk had said.  The flow of qi was slow, weak, already stagnating, no longer the swift coursing river to Beifang Baiyang's storm, now barely a trickle.  He could force his own neili into Li Xiangyi's body, could send it surging through that system and wake it to his own rhythm, but in Li Xiangyi's fragile state, that would surely cause more harm than good.  The monk was right.  The strength that could save Li Xiangyi had to come from Li Xiangyi himself.  He looked up, nodding once in the monk's direction.  "Do your work, monk.  I'll make sure that it takes."

The healing that followed was one of the more gruesome experiences that Di Feisheng had ever had the misfortune to witness, and he had been raised in the Di Fortress where children as young as five were slaughtered every day.  The poison had to be fought back not once, but again and again and again, drawn away from organ systems vital to the body and into places where it would do less lethal damage.  But with each new place the poison was sequestered away, Li Xiangyi's body weakened, meridian after meridian going dark and unresponsive, that powerful neili draining away until there was barely any left.

Li Xiangyi's heart faltered twice, stopped entirely a third time, and only the monk's shouted instructions and a surge of Beifang Baiyang at the right moment kept it beating.  Li Xiangyi was sitting upright by the end only by the grace of Di Feisheng sitting in front of him, arms entwined with his to support his body as the monk and his needles worked their will.  As last night, for one brief moment only, Li Xiangyi's eyes slid open, lucid amidst the torture of this healing, to lock with Di Feisheng's, the message in them clear as a shout to one who understood him so well.

Let me go.

No.  That was the one thing that Di Feisheng could not do.  Where there was life, there was hope, and Di Feisheng would not give up his unless there was no other choice remaining.

Li Xiangyi's eyes slid closed again, his entire body jerking between Di Feisheng and Monk Wuliao, an anguished cry escaping his lips just before he coughed up what seemed a river of dark, thickened blood.  Di Feisheng pulled him close, supporting a body that now shook with violent tremors as Monk Wuliao fought to tame the last vestiges of the poison in Li Xiangyi's system.  When it was over, and all was silent, Di Feisheng dared to draw back, to look once more on that pale countenance.  In quiet shock, he breathed out: "…what have we done?"

From behind Li Xiangyi, the monk's exhausted voice explained, "Such a healing is not without cost, Di-mengzhu."

Di Feisheng shifted his grip, pulling Li Xiangyi's limp body into his lap and tipping his head onto his shoulder.  In the scant few hours since they had begun, most of the muscle mass Li Xiangyi's frame had carried was gone, eaten away by the poison as it was sequestered away in his system—not eliminated, nor truly detoxified, the monk had been clear that that wasn't possible with the skills he had—leaving behind little but skin and bones.  The high cheekbones remained, but the full cheeks were gone, leaving behind a gaunt expression in a deeply changed face.  And worst of all, that formidable neili, that deep, surging river that was Yangzhouman, was all but gone.  Only the smallest stream remained behind, circulating through Li Xiangyi's heart meridian, protecting the only ground they had managed to save.

He pressed his face into Li Xiangyi's chest, despair welling up despite his best efforts to focus on what they had managed to save.  Li Xiangyi was alive.  But how long could he remain so in such a state?  What kind of life could he live?  And what damage had been done in the hours he had been out of Di Feisheng's sight to leave him believing that this broken, diminished existence was the only life he deserved?

Question after question after question.  And Di Feisheng would get no answers until Li Xiangyi awoke.  He listened intently as the monk detailed what he should do for Li Xiangyi over the next few critical hours, how he could help, and more importantly, what might cause harm if he was too overzealous.  When all was said and done, he laid Li Xiangyi down on the pallet, drawing the covers over his still form, and curled around  him, protecting him in the only way he could.

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OK, I almost never do this anymore, but it's been a roller coaster of a few days and I want to share something fun. So, have a snippet of my "the donghai battle was a hatefuck" fic that I just wrote over 2k words of after writing almost nothing for months and months (years, it's really been years, if I'm honest)? ^_^

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He'd come on like the storm: fast, furious, and unforgiving.  There was fire in his eyes and lightning in his blade, and he spared no one as he advanced his one man army.  Scores of soldiers went overboard that night, preferring to risk the storm-tossed sea than whatever was going to happen on the ship that night.  That's the only reason I lived to share the tale.  I went overboard like the rest rather than face his wrath.  But even from a safe distance, the destruction was massive.  No one could have survived it, but it was a sight to behold.  It's no wonder our Sect Leader has been in seclusion ever since, regaining the cultivation, the strength, that he lost to his enemy that night.  I shudder to think what he must have seen…

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The sea was wretched that night, not fit for man or beast.  As the sounds of his men's misery reached his ears even inside the cabin, Di Feisheng found himself grateful, yet again, for his strong constitution.  But even he wasn't entirely unaffected by the rolling and dipping of the vast ship beneath him.  He'd retreated to the cabin, unwilling to risk losing the meager dinner he'd eaten in front of his men… or anyone else who might come along.

More than a few of his soldiers had begged leave to return to land, leaving naught more than a skeleton crew manning the decks, but more than that wouldn't be necessary.  This confrontation with Sigumen's Leader was for no one's eyes but their own.  The rest of his soldiers already had their orders to join their brethren on shore as soon as Li Xiangyi arrived.

…which, judging by the clang of swords he could now detect through the walls of the cabin, was imminent.

Moments later, the door was Li Xiangyi's latest victim.  Di Feisheng didn't rise to the bait, merely pushed a second cup of tea across the table and raised an eyebrow.  Over Li Xiangyi's shoulder, Wuyan briefly caught his eye.  Di Feisheng offered him a small nod of acknowledgment, trusting him to get the rest of their men off the ship and leave the two sect leaders to the business at hand.

And the business at hand was even now brandishing his sword far closer to Di Feisheng's throat than he was comfortable with.  He lifted a hand to push against the blade.  "You demanded a meeting, and I am here, Li-menzhu."  He motioned towards the cup he had pushed across the table.  "Tea?"

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I never manage to catch WiP Wednesday on Wednesday, but I'm particularly happy with this passage, so how about a WiP Sunday? ;D

From my "The Donghai Battle was a Hatefuck" fic that that is also "let's rewrite canon so that Di Feisheng ends up traveling the jianghu with Li Lianhua for those ten years." This snippet happens not long after Di Feisheng finds Li Lianhua again after they've both recovered from the battle. Enjoy? ^_^

The first snippet shared from this fic, in case anyone is interested.

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"If we are making bargains, then I can demand a price in return, can I not?"

Li Lianhua let out a breathless laugh and waved a hand down at himself.  "If it is my body you want in trade, then that will be a poor bargain indeed, Di-mengzhu.  I'm afraid it isn't worth quite as much as it once was."

"Though I disagree, that is not the price I would demand of you."

"Oh?  What then?  What price is worth your noninterference in my choices?"

Di Feisheng's grip on Li Lianhua's elbow loosened, sliding up along his arm to his shoulder in a gentle caress.  Li Lianhua shuddered in spite of himself.  Finally, Di Feisheng released him and took a step back.  "I've chased after you long enough.  Now that I've caught you, don't make me chase you any further."

No more running.

No more independence.

No more privacy.

What Di Feisheng was asking… it was everything.  Far more than his body would have been worth for certain.  In this one question, he was asking Li Lianhua to give up the only thing he had left of any value at all: his freedom.

Quietly he whispered, "How can you ask that of me?"

Lowering his voice in kind, Di Feisheng answered, "Because without that promise, no other promise I can extract from you will mean a thing.  I have come to know Li Lianhua well enough to know that much, at least."  He brushed gentle fingers along Li Lianhua's cheek, leaning in close to whisper his next words directly into Li Lianhua's ear.  "Let me stay, Xiangyi.  That's all I ask."

For just a moment, Li Lianhua let himself lean into that warmth, that strength, let himself test, if only for a moment, if he could let himself depend on it.  Heart pounding harder in his chest with every second that went by, Li Lianhua counted each beat as it slammed against his ribcage.  At the seventh one, he couldn't take it any longer.  Trembling, he jerked away, one word that he already regretted uttering hanging in the air between them as he ducked around Di Feisheng and fled into the crowd.

"Yes."

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WIP Title Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by both @miss-ingno and @bbcphile and I haven't done this in a while so there ARE actually new things to add. ^_^ Also, classes start tomorrow so I could use a little distraction. Because I keep trying to find last minute things for myself to do instead of chilling out and relaxing and I need to stop doing that. O_o;;;

(These are alphabetical except for the newest categories (and thus fic) being at the top.)

Mysterious Lotus Casebook:

storytelling au (otherwise known in some circles as the "the donghai battle WAS a hatefuck" fic) ;D

JLQ dual cultivation noncon

dual cultivation (answered)

South Wind Knows:

drunk fic

DMBJ:

Laire fic heiping smut outtake

piaopiao fic

Time Swap AU

Wu Xie behind the Door AU

Xiaoge buried in cats fic

Composite Events II

___ birthday fic (name removed to preserve anonymity)

Jaded 2

Dollhouse HeiPing prequel thoughts

Granting You a Dreamlike Life

Awards Show Aftermath

brothel au thoughts

Chapter 3 – The Floating Life

Fusheng lives BUT AT WHAT COST

LFS Mei Gao Mei fic

Nightmare Art

Retribution

Soul of the City

threesome fic

Guardian

Amnesia

baiyubai inspired fic

elenothar birthday fic 2021 (…………..oops? XD)

lighthouse keeper fic_cowrite (elenothar)

Mirror Mirror

Shen Wei college fic 01

Shen Wei noncon

Thermos Commercial fic thoughts

The Kinge’s Avatar

Ye Xiu noncon

Hair the musical

AlgeaIII_

Les Miserables

Muet14

The Untamed

Legacies Found

Tagging: @elenothar, @fixaidea, @jadedbirch, @zoi-no-miko, @difeisheng, @laireshi, @enechelon, @buriedbybooks, @thearchivist-theprime, @slangerogkatter, @kingesstropolis, @lizardrosen, omg I have totally forgotten who is writing things these days. OTZ If you follow me and you see this and you want to do it, please consider yourself tagged and come tag me back so I can see what you're working on! ;D

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For ao3 wrapped meme, 9 and 19

[Here are the questions, if anyone else wants to send any.]

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Oooooo. That's a tough one. Because the only two ships I wrote this year were Pingxie and Feihua and I love them both with my entire heart. TT^TT BUT, if you were to force me to pick one, I'll have to go with Feihua, because they are shiny and new and don't have baggage attached to them and that has been SO refreshing.

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Feihua is pretty much topping the list and I have SO MANY FIC PLANNED, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOOOOOW, (...there are also other ships for MLCB that I'd like to play with, namely Li Xiangyi x Qiao Wanmian and a few other variations on those two ships.)

BUT ALSO... Fu Yunshen x Ji Silang x Zhu Jiu from South Wind Knows. I have fic brewing in my head for them already and I'm chomping at the bit to write it down. And it's a toss-up right now between whether this one will happen first or the MASSIVE MLCB canon divergence AU that starts out in the "donghai battle was a hatefuck" premise and diverges from there fic will. XD

I also have some nebulous Yan Dan x Ying Yuan x Yu Mo feels that may want to go somewhere. And I just started an Immortal Samsara rewatch, so who knows, maybe that will amount to something. XD

And last but not least, I am STILL not off the Pingxie train, and I have some Heiping feels hanging out on the side and I REALLY want to write the sequel and prequel to Composite Events someday, so those will probably show up there. ;D

...that is not one pairing. Oops? XD