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Love always comes, in the end - not even two millennia is too late.

Wei Wuxian plays the flute. Someone in Wei Wuxian's apartment complex plays violin. Sometimes, they play the flute and the violin together, and it's... nice. It's really nice. It's sort of the nicest thing going on in his life right now, honestly. It's like the poets say: Music is love in search of a word.

“What I felt when I saw you with her…I thought that was jealousy.” “But it was not.” The words could have constituted a question, but didn’t, the certainty they were infused with instead invoking a spark of irritation in Wei Wuxian. It didn’t seem fair that Lan Zhan had grasped at that truth so quickly when it had taken Wei Wuxian the better part of a week to lay it free.

3 times no one questions Nie Huaisang's friendship with Sect Leader Yao and 1 time someone does. Or, the one where Nie Huaisang becomes the headshaker much earlier just for the fun of it, and for absolutely no reason that can be considered serious or important, what are you even talking about?

Grinning, Wei Ying approached. As slyly as possible, he glanced at the screen, peeking from over Xiao Xing and the first girl’s shoulders. He was overjoyed to discover it was one of his own videos they were looking at. “Is that Yiling?” he couldn’t help but ask. “I heard from my sister that he’s single.” Actually, she asked him if he was ever going to give dating a shot, but that didn’t sound quite as impressive.

Shen Wei watched the young field agent wring his hands, and the realization of what was happening came over him like a shroud.

“You threw yourself in front of those creatures’ claws,” Shen Wei says, icily calm. He’s behind Zhao Yunlan now, still circling slowly. “You’re welcome!” Zhao Yunlan says, grinning. He strains against the thick, pulsing, gold-flecked rope of energy around his wrists, flexing a little to show off, canting his hips, because why the hell not, right? If the stage has been so obligingly set for him, then at least he can put on a show. The movement zings an unwelcome jolt of pain down his left side, and he sucks in a breath, but keeps the grin on his face as Shen Wei strides back into view again.

"But if Lan Wangji thinks that Wei Wuxian is beneath him, or if Lan Wangji's principles and integrity are challenged beyond what he can bear... if Wei Wuxian is left alone... he doesn't know what he'll do. Sometimes, he thinks he can only bear the world's wrath because he has Lan Wangji by his side. Then he remembers that he basically dragged Lan Wangji kicking and screaming (or rather, glaring and huffing) into this strange friendship and his own beliefs crumple." OR six times the media has talked about Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji's rivalry and one time they talk to the media about it.

What do you do when you fall in love with someone you shouldn’t? Do you cut and run or do you stay and fight?

If Yunlan is going to learn how to make actual food that requires more effort than just boiling water and putting hot water into stuff, he’s going to have to take all the notes. “Right,” he says to himself. “How hard can it be?” He watches all twenty-two minutes and fourteen seconds of Chef Shen's video without fast-forwarding. When it comes to an end, he clicks on the replay button. He ends up taking zero notes, and the only thing he manages to learn from the whole exercise is that Chef Shen -Shen Wei- is really fucking beautiful when he smiles.

So You Had a Secret Baby I’m self-employed and had a baby a few weeks ago. I am working on a project that was supposed to launch earlier this year but has now been pushed back to summer. I never told my remote business partner I was pregnant because I didn’t want it to be a reason to push the launch date, and also I figured he might not think I was as committed to the project once I had a baby. We only touch base every few weeks, so we’re not especially close. Now that the baby is here, it feels weird to not mention her. Since I’m working from home, you can hear her noises in the background; I’m pretty sure he thinks it’s a cat. On our last call, he mentioned that I was fortunate I don’t have to deal with kids at this moment in time (but I do!). Is it too late for me to tell him I had a baby? I feel anxious that he could misconstrue my omission as a lack of trust in him personally. Maybe I just never say anything? It’s not like he needs to know! — Anonymous, Texas --- You have to act as if he’s known about the baby all along. In a previous column, I mentioned the principle that guides my life: If you don’t lie, you can’t get caught. Never lying is the best way to live for two reasons. One, it’s easiest long term. Not lying allows me to be careless with my memory, and frees up the brain space where lies would be stored for other use. Two, if you never lie, you build up enough good will and credibility to pull off one giant lie. This will be yours, and it will require the performance of a lifetime. After this, no more lies. At some point in the future, you must, with extreme casualness, refer to your daughter by name, exactly the way you would if he had known about her all along. Perhaps, at the end of a call, say something like “Yep, I’m just going to check on [NAME], and then I’ll email it right over.” There’s a good chance your colleague won’t remark on the new character you’ve introduced. If he doesn’t — fantastic. A couple weeks later, repeat the process. After that, you’re in the clear. If he asks “Who?” repeat her name clearly. If he expresses more confusion, you express confusion — of course you’re confused; he’s acting like he’s never heard your baby’s name even though you’ve obviously mentioned her because you are a regular person who doesn’t keep deranged secrets.

Zhao Yunlan has to take care of some business. Shen Wei was never supposed to be there, though.

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The funny part is - and it is a little funny, even if Wei Wuxian has no one left to share the joke with - they never have. Not anything. He has never kissed any part of Lan Zhan besides his slim hands; never been even partially undressed with him anywhere besides a miserable, xuanwu-infested cave. It’s always been like this between them, this simmering need, this desperate understanding: a knowledge so deep that it lives somewhere in his bones, that if he wanted to have Lan Zhan he could have him, and if Lan Zhan wanted Wei Wuxian he could have that too. But they never have.

They say that life is cruel to heroes and life is cruel to them, it’s true, and yet it is the ones who love them that die– who suffer, who break, who bleed, because to love a hero is to burn. (because that is what happens when you hold a star between your palms and cradle it next to your heart) — with clenched fists do they hold tight, and let the flames swallow them whole

While exorcising a haunting, Lan Wangji gets cursed with a brand of honesty, and is forced to speak his every thought out loud.

"Xichen has loved his brother so much he thinks his heart might bear him ill will at this point. He will always ache when he is gone, like one of his arms is missing. He will try to soothe his brother’s troubled heart for a thousand years, if loving this boy is what will bring Wangji the most happiness, but it pricks at him like a doctor’s needles to see his brother’s open devotion treated like nothing by its very object." ---- Lan Xichen and the brother he loved and nearly lost.

Wei Wuxian presses his fingers against Lan Zhan's forehead, gently moving the ribbon, and sighs. "Lan Zhan, you have a fever." "I feel fine," Lan Zhan says, a blatant lie. Lan Wangji falls ill. Wei Wuxian worries.

“What is it?” he asks lazily. He watches her with one cautious eye, the other still indolently squeezed shut. Wei Wuxian is lounging on a stone, toying with the long green sprouts from the garlic patch. Actually, he is exhausted; he has been playing his flute to pull in game every day, as well as healing Wen Ning and maintaining the protections that keep them all safe. And he has not been eating nearly enough. He still bent over with everyone else to pull the long, cylindrical turnips from the ground, though. He didn’t tell them how it made his head swim. Now he is lying on a rock, and he does not intend to move anytime soon, no matter how grim Wen Qing looks. This is the expression she wears when there’s been bad news, and now she has to do something she’d rather not do. "...Is there a plague?" he guesses. A plague would mean a lot of work for her, wouldn’t it? "Or! Did Wen Ning get himself stuck in the chicken coop again?” Another, more disgusting possibility occurs to him, gross enough to have him perking up hopefully, propping himself on one elbow wedged against the stone. “Or maybe you have a really big, infected zit on your back and you need me to pop it?!" She glares. She says, "I want babies."

Wei WuXian has been living in his hometown as a family medicine doctor and district coroner since finishing his residency. Lan WangJi moved away to become a renowned police detective outside his uncle's influence, but is now finally moving back. It's inevitable that they find their way into each other's lives once more.

Jiang Cheng brightens. “Yes!” he exclaims. He looks up at Wei Ying and smiles, willing him to understand how sorry he is. “We’ll protect you. I’ll make sure that dogs can never come close to you again.” Wei Ying smiles back tentatively, watery as he sniffles.

Clark Kent fled a loveless marriage and remade himself into Kal Starr, male escort and gem of the beau monde. Now his latest client is infamous fop and pink of the ton, Bruce Wayne, Earl of Gotham--and his estranged husband! When Bruce fails to recognize him, Kal struggles to keep from becoming entangled once more with the man who spurned his affection, both to protect his secret double life as a crime-fighter on the foggy streets of London--and his heart.

After a career covering news across the world, journalist Wei Wuxian is unexpectedly on his way home with a child in tow. Unfortunately, the path home isn't without obstacles.

Time travel fix-it story with a bit of a twist. After his death, Obi-Wan wakes up on Tatooine, in the body of his padawan self. But instead of trying to prevent Anakin from Falling, he decides to change the future by stopping Qui-Gon from ever meeting the little Ani. If Anakin lives like a civilian, away from the Temple and Palpatine, the world will be a better place... right? A story in which Obi-Wan learns that Anakin Skywalker will always be his home--and his ultimate weakness--regardless of his attempts to do the right thing and stay away.

Blood spurts, Joffrey laughs, and Sansa faints away. She wakes up on... grass? [Crossover AU, where Joffrey chops Ned Stark's head off and Sansa wakes in Middle Earth to find Boromir on his way to the Council of Elrond. It's not an easy path ahead for either of them, but like hell is Sansa going to let her father out of her sight again, especially when he volunteers to take a demonic ring to the darkest part of the land.]

Wei Wuxian is dealing with a curse a little worse than he'd like to let on, and Lan Zhan is a little less than willing to let it slide.

Jack Eichel: First Son, national disappointment, political liability. HRH Price Connor of Canada: Royal spare, international sweetheart, careful enigma. … Or: "Jack," she says, "try not to cause another international incident by thinking with your dick."

There was a ghost that haunted the decks of Lotus Pier, it was said. If you stepped across the wooden planks at night, walked along the endless docks and flying purple banners, he would appear. He was always in darkest black, dressed as specter and shadow. In the emptiness where a face should be was a thick fog, features washed away and leaving behind only glimmering red eyes. He looked ferocious as a ghoul, it was said. Jin Ling thought he looked sad.

Lan Wangji joins Wei Wuxian on his post-canon wanderings across the countryside. They find night hunts, learn to care for each other, and maybe even figure out how to communicate. Probably.