"Every Stitch You Make" propaganda
Yes, I've been reading my own fic.
But I really like Shen siblings QwQ
I feel like it is an AU of TNO actually, a fluffy soft super happy one where nothing hurts qwq
There is jiuyuan, medium burn and completed story, 21k words of banter, fun, and fluff, no crocheting knowledge needed, additional screenshots of yours truly's journey at failing at crochet included
I've got such a soft spot for this story istg
Link here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
See the excerpt and look me straight in my eyes and I dare you to tell me they are not cute. Shen siblings banter, cumplane bff playing LoL together, and prickly Shen Jiu:
He sat up straighter, already offended by the confidence on her face. “No, no, absolutely not. I have an important thing on Thursdays.” Shen Tang’s eyebrows rose, making him immediately regret phrasing it like that. “An important thing,” she repeated. “Yes.” “You mean gaming online with that old weirdo.” Shen Yuan sat up. “He's not that old.” “You said he complains like a middle-aged uncle.” “And that's still true. Spiritually, Airplane is ancient. Physically, he's probably only somewhat decayed but aren't we all?” “Don't change the topics—you can move your gaming night to Friday instead.” “It's not just gaming night, meimei. I've got tight schedules, commitments. What kind of man would I be, not following on my word? If I disappear, our rankings will drop.” “You spent last Thursday yelling at your teammate for choosing wrong items.” “He deserved it.” “You called him a cucumber-brained traitor.” “He screwed up the team composition.” “And you can move all of that to Friday. I'm pretty sure he's free, considering you called him—what was it? A lazy, unemployed hack?” He pointed a seed shell at her. “He is, but still—why would I do that?” For the first time since she entered, Shen Tang looked truly smug. He had a bad feeling about this. Her smugness returned by the inch. “You really want me to use that?” Shen Yuan went still. “Use what?” “You know what—your dirty little secret.” “I really don’t.” There was cold sweat on his back, as he tried to look unbothered and took another melon seed. Shen Tang leaned forward, palms supporting her chin like an anime villainess. “Are you sure, Mr. Peerless?”















