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    Wei Ying uses his smile and bright laughs like a folding screen, like one of Nie Huaisang's many fans, but Lan Wangji sees. He sees the network of lightning and raised skin on the boy's back, sees his smile falter with every barbed reprimand from Jiang Wanyin and the way he constantly skirts around the border of things, as if he has to constantly know the point where he is unwanted.

    He looks at Wei Ying and sees a future of squandered potentials and a brightness curbed at every turn, of a life making himself less in a Sect that would always see him as a servant's son and the reflection of their own inadequacy, and he laments that Wei Ying could not seem to see that - See past the sense of debt and false belonging his so-called family had ingrained into him.

    But Lan Wangji is a patient man, and he would make Wei Ying see in time. Even if it means using the insecurities of Wei Ying's own family against him.

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    In the end, it had been the Yiling Patriarch’s stratagems and his fierce fighting which had turned the tide of the war. He had killed both Wen Ruohan’s sons, and floored the traitor so that Meng Yao could strike the final blow. His status as the strongest warrior on the field had been undeniable.

    Thus, the offer extended to him by the Lan court. Take his place as the Emperor’s consort, the only one permitted to lay hands upon the Emperor, the only one to share his bed with him while he sleeps, unaware and vulnerable. His last, best line of defense.

    Or: Forced by his court to accept a consort, Lan Wangji is certain he has seen enough of the so-called Yiling Patriarch to know what he's getting: an uncouth ruffian. Slowly, he begins to realise that even an emperor's assumptions can be misplaced.

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    Main Story: All Old Things are New Again

    Epilogues: Postcards from the Horizon

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    13 Jun 2026

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    The feather taps once against his skin. Yes.

    Dabi's never had someone who answers. Never had someone who listens, who provides, who kills without being asked and leaves the proof like a love letter.

    He doesn't know who's watching. Doesn't know why. (Scarred. Broken. Worthless. Why would anyone choose him?)

    He knows the feathers press close in his pocket. He knows the gifts keep coming. He knows that when he's hurt, someone bleeds for it.

    It's not healthy. It's not sane.

    It's the only love that's ever chosen him first.

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    OR: Five years of courtship through stalking, murder, and feathers. Dabi's pretty sure this isn't how relationships work. (He's also pretty sure he doesn't care.)

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    21 May 2026

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    Being a Parselmouth came with the inherent predisposition to understand snake behaviours and imitate them. It was relieving Harry wasn’t going to kill anyone with venom, nor petrify them with his gaze. But also, somewhat frustrating as it was all completely useless. None of the skills that came with being a Parselmouth would help Harry survive Voldemort.

    It might, in fact, have the opposite effect. For all Riddle's fury that Harry was the cause of his elder self’s defeat, he was fascinated by the fact Harry was also a Parselmouth. He had grabbed Harry’s face, turning him side to side looking bemusedly enraptured by Harry’s threat display. “At your age, I was imitating much more vicious snakes than this, Harry.”

    That may have been all well and good, but Harry didn’t feel very vicious. He felt very threatened and in over his head.

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    18 May 2026