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have YOUR situationships ever been 1. ur 20-yr-old nepo baby business partner whose brain u break recreationally 2. a broke college student working as a model for u and living as a walking hr violation. has #2 ever accidentally walked in on you in the aftermath of recreationally breaking #1's brain. you may be entitled to financial compensation for the lasting emotional dmg of ur hissy kitties getting loose and biting each other. stream 'til we get to know each other on ao3 today.

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**tldr; polyhouse and the consequences of being horrible at both polyamory and bdsm. points and laughs at them.

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any pain will pass

(hyuna-centric; hyuna/luka and hyuna/mizi; 1.2k; canon-compliant; character study)

The wretched victory on Luka’s face, mouth carved into a smile. Her brother, the blood. How do you forgive someone for that? How do you move past it? How do you forget the way he cares for you artlessly like a child does, anyway, the way something in you echoes it back? She doesn’t forgive him. She—

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and teach myself how to die

(canon-compliant; character study; emma-centric; 1.0k; rated t; warning MCD)

She comes back to her apartment when the sky is a half-lit black to sink into unconsciousness and avoids her parent’s messages, lives the same day again and again. She works till it kills her, then further. A kind of disillusionment. A kind of being the same person in a different life, still all soft flesh, still woundable— the city offers a promise. Assistant to the CFO of Quede Games, Emma can’t decide whether it fulfills it. Wu Lihua can’t decide whether the name fits her. Whether she wants the deal anymore, all balanced books and tradeoffs. — Emma, triptych.

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light is burning / as i am burning

relationships: vein/xia fei, vein & xia fei; characters: vein, xia fei; canon-compliant relationship study; 1k words

A phonecall that shouldn’t logically be placed, and Xia Fei’s voice on a panicked, laoban, help. It’s a surprise the first time it works and Vein appears behind him, too-quick, apparition summoned. It’s a reassurance, later, when it’s something solid to rest again. Even later, Xia Fei reaches for his phone, unlocks it hastily and touches the icon for the right contact. It ricochets through his whole body when the realization lands that there's no one to pick up on the other end of the line.

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mouth full of white lies, kiss me in the corridor / but quick to tell me goodbye 

(shao yuanyuan/wang qing; rated t; canon-compliant; 1.3k)

When Wang Qing wakes at dawn, there’s a sticky note on the pillowcase next to her with a characteristic flippancy in the writing and a sign-off of xoxo. There had been the indentation of Shao Yuanyuan’s head on it last night—dark red hair spilled loose so Wang Qing could tangle her fingers into it, her face turned up and her mouth open to Wang Qing’s—but the crease and shadows have faded, and the pillow is cold to the touch. Shao Yuanyuan is long-gone, submerged head-first into the river of time again. Wang Qing hadn’t expected otherwise. She closes her eyes, considers, and then checks the time. She has appointments to attend to.

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do you ever think about li tianxi and about how resurrection-at-a-cost could just be another extension of the lack of agency offered to her for her whole life. and then lie down facedown and make incoherent noises. i do. anyway honey, i've gone away is on ao3 for you to read todayyyyy, featuring many issues of the following kinds: food, siblings, and cannibalism. etc.

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negotiating with the truth

(liu xiao-centric; character study; canon-adjacent; 2.5k 1/? chapters)

Liu Xiao is a scorpion. (Or: college hijinks, found family, queerness, and— this isn't the story you think it is.)

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pour salt in the wound

relationships: qiao ling & shao yuanyuan, qiao ling & cheng xiaoshi, (mentioned) cheng weimin/shao yuanyuan; characters: qiao ling, shao yuanyuan, cheng xiaoshi; post-s2 canon compliant; 1.4k

Qiao Ling says, voice honed to a knife’s edge, “You left him.” There’s something hot and dangerous in her stare. Shao Yuanyuan—situated in Wang Qing’s body and in a setting she barely recognizes and a time she hadn’t expected, placed in an aberration in the timeline—assesses the girl in front of her: mid-twenties, half-furious, grown taller than the waist-height child she’d most recently seen eight years ago (countless repetitions ago) and nearly hidden in the shadows of a hallway. She lets Wang Qing’s mouth curl into a delighted and not-quite-false smile; says brightly, “Aw, Lingling, you have grown up so well.”

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