it might be a dragon

The doctor took one step, to follow after his patient, when he suddenly halted. He stared across the span of the river of light. There, on the far shore, stood a figure.

Lin Qingyu seeks out his dearly departed husband as he wanders the world, medicine box strapped to his shoulders.

A Mushishi fusion AU. Jiang Xing/Lin Qingyu, T for canon-typical body horror, violence, death, 7861 words.

"Shifu didn't bother to tell me you'd gone missing," says Xiaohei's Shijie in a nonchalant voice.

finger knitted brushbug finally complete.

The Twelve Kingdoms × The Other World's Books Depend on the Bean Counter (Light Novel)

Aresh Indolark/Kondou Seiichirou (implied Youko/Rakushun)

I then repeated the most important question on my mind. "Was someone else pulled from the sea?" The hanjuu's eyes widened. "You… together? Two? More?" said Rakushun. I was grateful that he quickly grasped that grammar was not very important to me in the moment. "Two," I said. "Myself, and my companion. A pair."

On the day Lan Sizhui was formally presented with his sword, he went to his bed that night wrung out from celebration.

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Lan Sizhui and Lan Wangji make a quiet habit of exchanging gifts. Wei Wuxian is less quiet.

woolly brushbug! finger-knitted eight strands of white yarn into a short length of rope, and then i gave it legs and eyes.

Now, it was in the public gardens on Academy grounds that the growing crowd of onlookers parted as the girls of the advanced ballet class passed through like a hot knife through butter.

G, 900 words, post-canon. Companion to painted dreams of the 16 November prompt

If one were to ask the theatre students of Gold Crown Academy for the Arts why the drama club was not supervised by a teacher from the theatre faculty, it would be wise to ensure at least an hour to spare for the excitable recitation of the feuding teachers of the Years Two and Three, whose rift in teaching philosophies had brought them uncomfortably close to public blows, and (so some students have averred with mighty vehemence) most certainly private fisticuffs.

G, ~2000 words, post-canon.

Now, when such letters gather at our door, like a pitiful flock of sparrows in the early dawn, Fakir usually consigns them to the fire.

G, 950 words, post-canon.

It was the summer heat that drove them to pack up their things and flee for the sweaty, cramped quarters of the train carriage, for the entire town and half the neighbouring ones had had the same idea, it seemed.

G, 580 words, post-canon.

If the house were a dragon, then surely the dark was its hoard of gold — plentiful as coin, the glut of it spread lavishly through all the rooms until it tumbled out of the windows and into the night.

G, ~500 words, post-canon.

"Do you think we'll find treasure there?" "Who knows?" said Fakir in disappointing answer.

G, 900 words, post-canon.

Now, it was said of Gold Crown Town that the fairy who dwelt amidst its charming bridges and sturdy old towers could be seen from time to time.

G, post-canon, 700 words.

When a [REDACTED] player consumes a star.