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    There is something wrong, glaringly wrong, that Nie Mingjue can’t place. He coughs and covers his eyes with bloodied fingers, groaning against the light. He wills his head to stop spinning, wills his mind to start working.

    The smell is awful, stale. It nudges at the edge of his memory, familiar in a way he can’t put his finger on. He breathes in through his nose too deeply; it sends him into another heaving fit, head pounding with the movement of his body.

    Blood, he realizes all at once, his hair standing on edge. The smell is blood.

    ~*~*~*~*~*~

    Nie Mingjue wakes up in a new body, and there is a message left for him to find: STOP THE CHIEF CULTIVATOR.

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    13 Sep 2025

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    This authors nie huaisang ff's are always so gutwrenching and always makes my throat clog up. They write family so well, and the angwr that the two brothers share so well. NHS and NMJ are shown to be eachothers opposites, but in reality they're rather alike. Both young men who held on to anger to avenge their family, two boys who can't help but lash out and make it be violent. Both say what they do is for justice, but not really.

    they should be rather dysfunctional, but they love eachother so much that they work it out. Beautiful work as always author chan!

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    There is a boy studying in the Cloud Recesses and he is beautiful and Nie Huaisang knows he cannot, under any circumstances, fall for him.

    (He does anyway.)

     

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    As the years pass, Nie Huaisang watches Jiang Wanyin.

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    15 Jul 2025

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    Ok a lot of long sangcheng ffs (or nhs centered ffs) are real sad and morose and shit like that but this one takes the cake. Ok its not actually that morose persay, but it's very miserable in the way a lonely mans life would be. Nie Huaisang is a very interesting character who I wish we knew more of, and This introspection of him is golden (Haha golden). Nie Huaisang always had this cunning to him, and the stage lights were never on him, and I always wondered how angry he was in all of this. How much he was hiding even before his brothers death, and how much he was actually involved in the war effort.

    I love how the author wrote his involvement in the war effort, on that note. In a way where he too, showed he was affected by the war, but in a way other characters wouldn't understand. A role thats so terribly lonely, and so terribly huaisang. To be underestimated so that even his brother would not expect what Nhs is capable of, and for him to be able to weaponize it time and time again to the point nhs grows to resent it avidly.

    I also really like how the author pointed out Nhs and Jc's similarities :). When you put them side by side, and look into their wounded bodies, they both hold a lot of anger and resentment in their hearts and in their actions. I do think this is why, even post canon, theyd make a great match. A person who knows all the bad you've done, how much anger you hold inside of you, and still wishes to stay by your side, is something i think both of them want (romantic or otherwise).

    Also the way the author wrote nhs's emotions. Its so overwhelming and still underwhelming, and it clogs your throat in the way nie huaisangs must've too. It's romantic, and miserable, but still sounds like the artist nie huaisang is.

    Great ff thank u author chan

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    The Commission may have taken in the son of a murderer and wrapped him up in all their beautiful dressings — hidden the truth behind gold and glory — but Hawks knows what exists at the core of him: a void reminiscent of that tiny shack he was born into, filled to the brim with heaps of junk that amount to absolutely nothing, built of splintered floors and caving walls of rotted wood, just one moment away from collapsing.

    It’s only a matter of when.

    (Or: In the aftermath of a gala, the line between Wing Hero Hawks and Takami Keigo blurs.)

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    27 Feb 2025

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    Beautiful and so raw its like im expoerieicmiging w keigo ihmyvod

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    “You said that we don’t take anything from strangers,” he begins to parrot indignantly. “That when someone asks questions, we tell them to fuck off or they can eat it.”

    Kaina almost reprimands him for his language but it’s very likely that those are the exact words she used. She hangs her head low and huffs, tapping the corner of the box against the floor rhythmically.

    “Okay, yeah, well we take stuff from him, only, ‘cus he gives gifts to good kids or whatever.” She shrugs at the boy, frustrated; explaining who Santa is shouldn’t be this fucking complicated.

    Keigo looks even more suspicious now, but he’s also simultaneously so confused, that he doesn’t know which part of Kaina’s sentence he should counter first.

    “I’m– I’m not a good kid.”

    “You’re the best kid,” Kaina blurts out before she can stop herself.

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    Kaina and Keigo have a modest Christmas morning. Kaina makes an abomination in the kitchen and Keigo still eats it.
    Or: Keigo doesn't know what Christmas is and Kaina is doing her fucking best to do something nice for her not-a-son-and-not-a-brother-but-a-secret-third-thing.

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    28 Dec 2024

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    This is SO cute baby keigo makes me wants to kms. Also kaina is such a hot mess its great. This fic is great its so cute and sweet snd sad wahhhhhhh

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    “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve said, mildly. “Pete and I got hot dogs. That’s it.”

    “Pete?” Tony emphasized, jaw dropping at the sheer audacity. “Since when do you use nicknames for people?”

    “I call Bucky by nicknames.” Steve pointed out.

    “I called the kid ‘Pete’ first,” Tony said, narrowing his eyes. “Stop trying to steal my shtick. Get your own.”

    “You don’t own the nickname, Tony.” Steve looked amused as he said it.

    “I can own whatever I want, I’m a billionaire,” Tony replied, already running through the legal process in his mind of how he could possibly patent a nickname. He’d have to ask Pepper. These were dire circumstances. He refused to have his own personal intern usurped by someone wearing the carbon polymer equivalent of Uncle Sam’s tighty-whities.

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    OR: The media gets one image of Steve and Peter getting hot dogs together and runs with it, assuming that Peter is Steve’s secret son. Tony takes great insult to this fact. Tony Stark does not like being one-upped by people stealing his personal intern. Least of all by Captain America. He has a reputation to uphold, after all.

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