queer pride month at my city started last week and so a 20% sale on mine and my gf's @trash-heap-you-kept-it etsy ✨ lets goooo!!

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Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: 盗墓笔记 - 南派三叔 | The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles - Xu Lei, 终极笔记 | Ultimate Note (TV), 怒海潜沙&秦岭神树 | Explore with the Note & The Lost Tomb (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling, Wang Pangzi & Wu Xie & Zhang Qiling, Hei Xia Zi & Zhang Qiling Characters: Wu Xie (DMBJ Series), Zhang Qiling, Wang Pangzi, Hei Xia Zi (DMBJ Series), Xie Yuchen, Zhai Xingyao

Summary:

Once upon a time, Wu Xie fell in love with a man who wasn’t real. The man who wasn’t real loved Wu Xie in return, and in so doing, became just as real as he was. But being real comes with dangers of its own, and those dangers could destroy everything they both hold dear.

I wrote this fic for @mnemonicmadness-blog for the Hurt/Comfort Exchange, this fic has been my absolute baby.  I started working on it almost immediately after getting my assignment and it just… consumed my existence for the duration.  It was one of those stories that just had to get out of me once I got the idea for it and of everything I’ve written, it’s probably one of the ones I’m most proud of.  And I just realized I never shared it here.  Oops?  ;D  So yeah… it’s a roller coaster, but I tried to write it so it would be comprehensible even if you haven’t seen Dollhouse, so I hope you’ll give it a try?  ^_^

Notes and additional tags below the cut because there are quite a few of them.  O_o;;;

Many, MANY thanks to my amazing beta, @achray1, without whom this story would not be what it is.  THANK YOU.  ^_^

(seonho that didnt fit upcoming set)

I believe this was from the three sentence fic meme? And I've been on a bit of a Guardian kick for the past few days, so..........

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Shen Wei, Zhao Yunlan thought, had always had the most lovely hands: strong, graceful, elegant, capable of the most delicate of calligraphy in one moment and the most deadly violence in the next.

Zhao Yunlan would be lying if he said that he'd never imagined what those hands would feel like on his own skin, because he had imagined it.... often--and he had quite a vivid imagination.

Can't go to the piwnica, there's a bazyliszek there.

Can't go to the studnia, there's a topielec there.

Can't go to the pole, there's a południca there.

Can't go to the las, there's a leszy there.

Can't go to the rozdroże, there's a diabeł there.

Can't go to the cmentarz, there's a duch there.

Can't go to the jaskinia, there's a smok there.

Guess I gotta stay in my fucking zamek on a wyspa in the middle of the jezioro.