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Logan and Virgil both loved the stars. That was what brought them together. Now all Logan hopes is that his love is one with the constellations he watches
(Sanders Sides Ship Prompt 10/31: Analogical)
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"I think you’ve been waiting for a reason to go back to being alone, Logan."
All it took was a final fatal slip of the tongue, and the devastating realization that being "right" is the loneliest victory Logan has ever achieved. After three years of trying to bridge the gap between logic and feeling, Logan and Virgil finally break.
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The Sun Palace was a breathtaking sight that day. Hundreds of red lanterns adorned every corner, creating an evocative interplay of light as their reflections danced off the rare, expensive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
The guests crowded into the immense banquet hall and kept looking up, fascinated by the spectacle.
In any case, they were too excited to eat. After all, Wen RuoHan didn’t invite the entire cultivation world to his palace every day. This included the other four major sects and nearly all the smaller ones. The hall hosted at least a thousand guests.Furthermore, it would have been highly unusual for any sect leader, not just Wen RuoHan, to organize an event like this to introduce his mysterious third son.
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Wen's Sunshine: Wei WuXian by InsaneStoryLover
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Modao Zushi - Moxiang Tongxiu & Related Fandoms
01 Jun 2026
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After the Slaughter of Xuanwu, Wen Ruohan decides he needs to have talent like Wei Wuxian in the Wen Sect.
Fortunately, it is too easy to aquire the boy. Surprisingly, gaining his loyalty proves too hard.
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With Wei Wuxian by his side, Wen Ruohan realises, he can rule the cultivation world without waging a war.
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Tiāndào by jmfan001
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
30 Apr 2026
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“When I opened my eyes,” Wei Ying said, “my body was that of a child—but my mind had already lived a lifetime. I knew the rites, the faces, the mistakes. I remembered dying—the screams, the flames, the blood.”
“When I woke that day, I already knew what would come. Tiāndào had whispered my parents’ fate before I ever opened my eyes—that their end was written as the mark of my beginning.” His lips curved faintly, a ghost of irony that only made the words hurt more. “When I found them gone, I told myself it was mercy—that this time, at least, I had bodies to bury. But it felt as if the world had waited only to watch me break.”
“That’s when I realized,” Wei Ying said, “I didn’t know how to live among the living. I could walk beside them, laugh with them—but part of me was still beneath that willow tree, buried between the bodies of my parents.”
Wei Ying’s next words drifted out, soft as breath. “The incantation I used… it was never meant to heal only you. It was meant to unmake me. To scatter every trace of myself, so that Tiāndào could never lay claim again.
He exhaled, almost a sigh. “I wanted to make sure there was nothing left of me to trade.”