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For @knhevents ‘s KNH Week Day 2 prompt: chocolate!

[sabyg133]

Just You and I Under The Moon (to see you in new light)

I love this fic, and its the one i even made a pretty little cover art for. Set on the season one finale of the anime, Jinshi and Maomao, just a very sweet two chapters as Maomao and Jinshi each see a side of the other that they very rarely have only caught glimpses of before.

PROMPT : BANDAGES snippet under the link

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It felt cruel, she was raised by courtesans he would be shocked if she didn’t realise how she looked in that moment. Then again, half the problem was in being able to tell if she had done that, made that face on purpose, or if it was just more obsession with medicine. It very well could simply be the latter, she had climbed onto his desk when he had offered the reward like a woman possessed. He wanted to believe, as cruel as it were, that she was teasing him, that she had done it on purpose. For if she had done it on purpose, it meant that he was at least on her mind, that she was able to think of him in that light. He so dearly hoped it were not her sole minded drive for medicinal ingredients. There was some slight noise from her that made him caution a look down to her face, the pout replaced by a soft smile. That soft smile was infectious, bringing about his own. That reaction, it felt like it meant she was teasing him, playing her own game as it were. The one that came about with dodging him with notions of her too low a rank, or flattery that could not be more fictitious. He wanted to believe that. That she held some affection for him, the version of him that followed her onto rooftops and hated when harm fell to her. The man who would carry her, even if it wasn’t the most proper, not caring about the drops of blood that would surely dot his clothes as a result. They were replaceable after all.

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THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!

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A list of prompts will also be posted on our knh week carrd, for easier reading, as well as the rules and guidelines for this event! We can't wait to see what you all come up with!

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In His Hands

Fandom : The Apothecary Diaries

Relationship : Jinshi x Maomao

My KNH Week 2025 contribution for the prompt : Scars.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : “You’re bleeding,” Jinshi said, concerned. “It’s nothing, Jinshi-sama.”

There was no need to worry, she thought. The wound looked dramatic, but it was not serious. She stood, retrieved a bottle of alcohol, a clean cloth, a bandage, and a balm she had stored in a cupboard. Returning to her seat, she tried to open the bottle with her uninjured hand.

“Let me,” said Jinshi.

He opened the bottle, soaked the cloth in alcohol, and gently pressed it to her wound.

Disclaimer : The Apothecary Diaries belongs to Natsu Hyuga.

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AO3 / FF.NET

Maomao finely chopped the herbs she had gathered earlier that morning. She had collected enough to prepare several remedies. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic tapping of the knife against the wooden board. A steady, soothing noise. The silence comforted her. She felt the need to be alone, far from the palace’s constant commotion. Between the whims of the concubines and the chatter of the servants, her days were always full.

Here, as she prepared her remedies, she could let her thoughts wander freely. She recalled a plant she had come across during her foraging. She had mistaken it for a useless weed and had not bothered to cut it. But thinking back, it might have been useful. Perhaps she could have even crafted a new poison from it. A shiver of excitement ran through her. As soon as she finished with these herbs, she would return to the gardens to collect it.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding.”

Maomao jumped. She had been so lost in thought that she had not heard Jinshi enter, let alone approach. In her startled movement, the blade slipped and sliced her hand. A soft cry of pain escaped her lips. She looked down at the wound. The cut was deep, and blood was beginning to flow. Her first instinct was to disinfect it. But before she could stand, Jinshi took her hand.

“You’re bleeding,” he said, concerned.

“It’s nothing, Jinshi-sama.”

There was no need to worry, she thought. The wound looked dramatic, but it was not serious.

“I just need to disinfect it, and it’ll be fine,” she said.

She stood, retrieved a bottle of alcohol, a clean cloth, a bandage, and a balm she had stored in a cupboard. Returning to her seat, she tried to open the bottle with her uninjured hand.

“Let me,” said Jinshi.

He opened the bottle, soaked the cloth in alcohol, and gently pressed it to her wound. Normally, she would have pulled her hand away, irritated by such attention. But not this time. She watched him. His movements were precise, measured, almost tender. She had never imagined he could act with such gentleness.

“You look surprised.”

She glanced up at him. He wore that familiar half-smile. Charming and infuriating all at once.

“I didn’t think you knew how to treat a wound.”

“There are still many things you don’t know about me.”

She nodded. Even though she knew some of his deepest secrets, Jinshi remained, in many ways, a mystery.

“You have a lot of scars on your hands,” he remarked.

“It’s not the first time I’ve cut myself preparing herbs.”

It came with the job, she thought. Her hands were not soft and pampered like those of the palace concubines.

“They don’t have hands as beautiful as yours.”

Maomao’s eyes widened. She had spoken without realizing it. She bit her lip. She needed to be more careful. She looked at Jinshi’s hands as he applied the balm and wrapped the bandage. His hands were soft and delicate too. Even though he was a skilled fighter, his hands were flawless.

She looked up at him and gazed at the spot on his cheek where he had been wounded while saving her. The wound had healed, leaving no scar. His skin was still smooth and perfect, just as it had always been. But Maomao knew that beneath that flawless surface, his deepest scars were hidden, internal.

Without thinking, she raised her hand and gently touched his cheek with her fingertips. The place where he had been hurt. The place where no trace remained. Jinshi gasped softly and met her gaze. Maomao froze, stunned by her own gesture. She quickly withdrew her hand, as if his skin had burned her.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

She slowly pulled her bandaged hand from Jinshi’s and stood to put away the alcohol and balm. Her fingers trembled slightly. Not from pain, but from the strange shiver that had run through her when she touched his cheek.

Without a word, she moved away, her mechanical gestures betraying her inner turmoil. She needed distance, needed to regain control. But her heart refused to cooperate. It beat too fast, too hard. Why had that simple touch shaken her so deeply ? It was just a cheek, just a vanished scar. She took a deep breath, trying to dispel the unease clinging to her.

“You haven’t told me what you’re doing here.”

“I hadn’t seen you all morning.”

Thankfully, she had her back to him, and he could not see the smile forming on her lips. Jinshi was still a mystery. But he was a mystery she was beginning to unravel.

And unraveling mysteries, that was her specialty.

The end

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My KNH Week 2025 contribution for the prompt : Cat.​

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KnH Week: Day 1 | @knhevents

» Fic Title: I Want More Ice Cream!

Maomao & Xiaolan | Background Jinshi/Maomao

Fluff | Reunions | Ice cream

» please see the ao3 post for more tags!

NOTE: Potential spoilers up to light novel 12. None major, but please don’t proceed if you do not wish to be spoiled!

Summary:

After years, many many years, an opportunity arises for Xiaolan to take a trip to visit her old friend, Maomao. Both of their lives have changed drastically over that time period, but with some secret aid, Xiaolan's letter arrives in just the right place to arrange such a meeting once more.

Or!

They finally meet once more, for ice cream.

» Word count: 7.6k

» Prompt: Ice cream

[ladysawblay]

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For @knhevents! Prompt: Bandages, Denial, Friendship

Now the one thing all of this has come to—whether or not Jinshi manages to escape imperial succession, he should, at least, take a wife.

His mother tells him this out of love. His father tells him this out of duty. His uncle tells him this out of criticism.

They all ask—what about Maomao?

Yes, Kan Maomao, the Grand Commandant’s daughter and sole princess of the La clan. One girl that Jinshi spent a year getting to know and who recently returned to the imperial palace under a special apprenticeship just a few months ago.

They had not seen each other in perhaps two years or so. It hadn’t been long!

(Longer than he would've liked but not long enough to cause this!)

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@knhevents | KNH Week 2025 Day 3: Sickness

Idiotic Tendencies

Rating: G

Word Count: 1375

Summary:

Maomao looked down at the blanket that pinned her down to the bed by how tightly it was tucked in under the mattress. She glanced at Jinshi, flitting between her bedside and the table.

“Jinshi-sama,” she called, trying to sound exasperated; unfortunately, her voice rasped in a way that just made her call sound pitiful, and Maomao hated it. He rushed to her side anyway, looking panicked. Maomao wanted to rip the look off his face. “Are you certain all this is necessary, sir?” she asked, trying her best to speak normally, though she was pretty sure that she was failing.