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    “You never invite others to the jingshi,” Wei Wuxian comments lightly. He knows how to probe, knows when it’s time to poke and prod and tease, and when it’s time to ask a pointed question and wait. Lan Wangji often just needs time to speak his mind, needs a moment to choose his words. Wei Wuxian can’t stop himself from making an observation aloud, though. “There must be some sort of special occasion?” Wei Wuxian asks.

    “Xiongzhang is in need of company.” Lan Wangji is polite and courteous as he says it, as he always is, but Wei Wuxian can tell that there is something else behind the words.

    While having dinner with his husband and brother in law, Wei Wuxian feels himself fall under the effects of his pre-heat.

    Luckily he has a dutiful alpha to help him through it.

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    “If we give him a bride,” Jiang Cheng says, solemnly. “They give us an army.”

    The bride that they seek is of the blood of a fox, and Wei Ying is the last of his kind.

    It can only be him.

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    05 Mar 2026

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    To say that he runs to his car would be incorrect, as he is a Lan, and running is both undignified and unnecessary unless in immediate danger. Nor does he slam his key into the ignition, or aggressively swerve around the cars on the freeway, or have a mild panic attack at the fact he is picking A-Yuan up late from school for the first time ever.

    He comes close, though.

    By the time he arrives, it’s 4:35PM, and he has imagined about fifty different worse-case scenarios. The door is partly open when he gets to it, a messy label of 104B—Art Room scrawled with chalk on a placard next to the faded wood. As he opens it fully, he expects to see a wailing, terrified child, or perhaps a scene of utter misery and betrayal.

    What he finds is his son, hands covered in paint, being sung to by a beautiful, dark-haired stranger.

    “Ducks live in the pond, yellow ducks, happy ducks!”

    Lan Wangji stops in his tracks.
     

    (Or: Falling in love with your son’s art teacher, in five parts)

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    02 Mar 2026

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    "With respect, your Highness—”
    “Jayce. Please call me Jayce.”
    “...Jayce.” How ridiculous, that even then the single syllable tasted of home. “Respectfully, you cannot want this. I am broken. I assure you, it will be far more trouble than I am worth.”
    Jayce had touched him again, then; those same warm calloused fingers brushed the hair aside from Viktor’s forehead. “I think,” he’d said, “that I will decide for myself what you are worth.”

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    02 Mar 2026