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Words: 14,897 Genre: Drama/erotica/suspense Rating: E (body dysmorphia, tr*nsphobia, inc*st, dubcon, attempted r*pe/noncon)

Pairing: NieYao Characters: Meng Yao/Jin Guangyao, Nie Mingjue, Jin Guangshan, Original Female Character(s), Meng Shi, Jin Zixuan, Lan Huan/Lan Xichen, Nie Zonghui

A/N: YESS after almost 2 years, this fic is finally done!! Thank you to everyone who followed the fic from NieYao Week 2024, who liked, commented, or left kudos, and all the people in my irl community who have offered me their stories and trust. This fic had more inspirations than I can name. I hope you like the ending, as I surely had fun writing it!!

Preview:

“Tell me, Mingjue-xiong,” Xichen says, “had you not known Meng Yao is… not as he seems all these years, would you have treated him so skeptically?”

“What do you mean?” Mingjue asks gruffly.

“Your suspicion,” Xichen clarifies. “You’ve always held Meng Yao in such high suspicion, ever since she worked undercover for the Qishan Wen and abandoned you in the countryside after killing the Jin captain. Ever since he stopped working for you. Is it because you knew her identity, that she was a female impersonator all along?”

Hearing Xichen accuse him of the same words Jin Guangshan used against Jin Guangyao stung. “No. Of course not,” Mingjue retorts on reflex.

Even as he says it, though… guilt wriggles back to life in his chest, a slimy, writhing slug coated with self-doubt.

Words: 6,127 Genre: Smut/romance Rating: M (sexual content, kink/BDSM)

Pairing: NieYao Characters: Nie Mingjue, Meng Yao/Jin Guangyao

A/N: It is so fucking funny to me that this fic has the highest kudos-to-bookmarks ratio of all my fics, but people are too scared to admit they like it so most of the bookmarks are private. Anyway, boosting this toxic yaoi again because… c'mon… we need more of it. Though I guess canon NieYao does that pretty well already. My point still stands!

Summary:

An image, nearly identical with this one, overlays with the one before Mingjue now.

“I borrowed it from the stables, Clan Leader Nie,” Meng Yao said. His small, delicate hands held a collar and leash, presenting it to him with such guileless innocence.

Now, in Jin Guangyao’s hands – which are similar in constitution but marked by age – he clutches an item with more authority than before. It is a collar and leash as well.

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