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    After Luo Binghe took his limbs, his dignity, and every last mercy the world had left to deny him, Shen Qingqiu died with the broken shards of Xuan Su in his throat.

    That should have been the end.

    Instead, death gave him a worse punishment: consciousness without control, eyes that watched while another soul wore his face, moved his hands, softened his voice, and lived the life Shen Qingqiu had never been able to keep.

    The world loved that version better. Of course it did.

    Then, impossibly, Shen Qingqiu wakes again.

    Whole. Breathing. Returned to a body that still remembers being broken, in a world that has already moved on without him. The Immortal Alliance Conference is over, Luo Binghe has fallen, Liu Qingge is alive, and the past he thought buried has begun clawing its way back into the light.

    A third life should feel like mercy.

    To Shen Qingqiu, it feels like a mistake.

    And this time, before the world can decide what to do with him, he intends to choose his own ending.

    Unfortunately, he is no longer the only one with unfinished business.

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    [ cicatrix: the scar of a healed wound. ]

    The night that Shen Qingqiu ascends as the Qing Jing Peak Lord, he awakens to searing hot pain coursing through his meridians. Qi deviation. Of course. Naturally, the universe would never allow him even one night's rest! It's a bitter reminder that good things never last. Not for him. Unfortunately, willpower alone is not enough to make his world stop blurring together or forcing spots of black to disappear from his vision. When he finally regains consciousness, he finds himself back at the Qiu Manor—on the day he killed Qiu Jianluo.

    Let them all burn. He'll gladly light the match.

    Yue Qingyuan would be a fool not to recognize the qi signature of the Ling Xi Caves after all this time. But he must push through this, as he always does. If there is one thing he knows how to do above all else, it is to endure. Darkness has a way of immediately setting his body on edge, but he knows better than to panic at the mere loss of light. He's had eight years of practice, after all.

    —But the wounds on his body are a little too familiar. His robes are threadbare and hanging off of his frame. They had fit him just fine, once.

    His hands shake, ever so slightly.

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    22 Aug 2026

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    Someone had just sat at the adjacent table, and Tianlang-Jun forgot how to breathe.

    Green and white robes, the colours of spring bamboo and fresh snow, cut from silk so fine it seemed to flow like water with every movement. The man who wore them moved with a controlled grace that made everyone else look clumsy by comparison — each gesture precise, deliberate, beautiful in its economy. He settled onto his cushion in one fluid motion and produced a folding fan from his sleeve, snapping it open with a flick of his wrist that was almost musical.

    He looked like a painting. He looked like a poem. He looked like the kind of beauty that started wars and ended dynasties, and he was sitting close enough that Tianlang-Jun could see the faint embroidery on his sleeves — bamboo leaves stitched in thread just slightly darker than the silk beneath.

    "Zhuzhi-Lang," he whispered, unable to look away. "Tell me you see him too. The beauty in green. Please tell me I'm not hallucinating."

    There was a sigh from his nephew, "This one sees him, Junshang."

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    What if Tianlang-Jun and Head Disciple Shen Jiu met instead?
    A fic about falling in love, art and learning to speak without words.

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    22 Aug 2026

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    Yue Qingyuan spotted him and smiled widely—which was already startling enough—and hurriedly made his way over to him. Mindful of the fact that they were in front of his disciples, Shen Qingqiu gave a respectful salute. “Zhangmen—”

    “Xiao-Jiu, will you marry me?”

    The entire field fell silent.

    YQY has been drugged with something nefarious! He keeps saying all kinds of nonsense that he surely doesn’t actually mean, like complimenting SQQ and saying he wants to be near him and asking to…marry him…

    Well. What’s SQQ supposed to do? Not take advantage while YQY is in such an exploitable state? It’s not like it’s real, anyway; once YQY recovers, he’ll surely take it all back.

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    21 Aug 2026

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    For a moment he focused on what seemed to be the truth. Zuko was once again seven years old. He was no longer thirty nor was he Fire Lord, so he had to do away with that mindset. Zuko was seven and had just excelled at his first ever Firebending lessons. Azula was five and still unsure of her role in the universe, his Mother was still with him, Ozai was plotting to take the throne, and Aang was twelve and frozen in a block of ice.

    Zuko has been Fire Lord for over twenty years when he falls into the past. Quickly realizing he is a combatant in the battle for Azula's soul, he also comes to understand that ---as her older brother--- he has the chance to be the only player in the game.

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