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“So, what’s up with you? You have bitch face.” Minho asked.
“You have a bitch’s face!” Jisung pouted back.
“No, I mean you’re scowling. Dumbass.” Minho chuckled with a smile.
“Oh… Yeah, well I just got rejected.” Jisung huffed, leaning against the counter too.
“That sucks balls. What happened?”
“I was talking to this woman, getting comfortable with her, and apparently that means she didn’t take me at face value when I said I only want to do casual hookup shit.”Or: Jisung liked to keep his life simple and his love life casual. And Minho… Well, Minho liked Jisung. Can a casual brojob ever be just casual?
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“If we’re doing this, we need written rules,” he said, spelling out “Rule Number One:” on the paper in front of him.
“Rules?” Minho asked, sounding confused.
“Yes, rules.”
“What kind of rules?”
Or Jisung’s broken heart leads him to make an arrangement with his mysterious classmate Minho. He believes everything will work out, as long as neither of them breaks the rules.
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Ashes of the Eclipse by Silveredblack
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
28 Jan 2026
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The Burial Mounds has witnessed it all. Death, war, violence, torture, betrayal, and the cries of the weak has been it's source of life as ironic as it sounds. It feasts on the blood and unfortunate souls tossed and left into the place. It knew nothing but to take and take until none can be given. Knew nothing but pain and suffering. Not until, an unfortunate body of a man dropped from the sky. A man who knew nothing but to give. And now a man who wished to embrace death. Now, Isn't that something the ghosts of the mounds could easily grant?
But even the dead yearns for someone to understand.
Wei Wuxian died at the siege of the Burial Mounds. Wen Yuan was never found by Lan Wangji.
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In the black, twin points of glowing red appear, fierce and burning eyes that stop Lan Wangji in his tracks. He stares, swallowing thickly, before taking another step. This one is met with a growl, almost like an animal and hardly like a man.
“Get out.”
The voice is low, dripping with warning, and Wangji thinks that listening might be wise.
“No,” he says instead.
The bodiless voice laughs, a haunting thing that echoes in the stone walls.
“They sent me such a pretty young master,” it drawls. Wangji can almost feel the voice caressing his skin, and shivers. “Shame on them.”
(The Yiling Patriarch is taken captive. Lan Wangji is tasked with keeping his power at bay.)
COMPLETE.