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Jingyi's loud, brash, always asking questions. Somehow he usually escapes harsh punishments. Someone says that Hanguang Jun seems to favor him. While Jingyi would love that to be true he doesn't think it is! This time, however, he must have really crossed a line. He'd snuck in some emperor's smile and been caught by none other than Lan Wangji. He'd immediately nearly dropped the jars as he got to his knees to bow.

Quietly he'd been ordered to Wangji's rooms. What kind of punishment is he in for? He groans inwardly, though it's very strange to be brought to Wangji's rooms. As far as he knows generally only Xichen or Sizhui were ever in them.

He's fidgeting in a very un lan like way as he kneels on the other side of the low table from Wangji, his head bowed.

"Hanguang Jun..." he starts, trying to think of some bargaining or some adequate way to apologize!

Little does he know the way the other is looking at him with eyes that are reminded of someone else.

Another qi deviation threatens to take Nie Mingjue. He knows it. They all know it. Every one of the sect's doctors have gone over every line of text to try and keep it at bay, to nurse their leader through this episode that feels so very much worse than the others.

He's too strong, too young.

Finally, one myth is brought to bear, and Huaisang is approached by the worried doctor charged with posing this possible solution. Bowing. Nearly kow-towing, in fact.

"Gongzi. There is very little time," the man fumbles, knowing that if this fails, he's dooming them all. Probably. But if it's a success...maybe some joy can be found and nurtured.

He takes a breath before continuing, gathering his courage. This is for his clan. Loyalty is vital.

"There is a myth, that an anchor can be used to keep the qi deviation at bay. The difficulty is the anchor needs to be a relative, a sibling." His face heats, but he keeps going. "It must be an intimate connection."

And obviously, Nie Huaisang is the only one that meets the criteria of sibling for their leader.

It'd been a while since Nat had the privilege of getting to fight with another person who reminded her a little of Clint on the battlefield. Levi knew exactly what he was (a killer, like her), and how to use his body to do what needed to be done. He was in truth far more like Ronin than Hawkeye, but that was hardly what mattered. What mattered was the respect that he showed and gained. Nat didn't trust people to cover her, but she did with Levi.

That's why it didn't surprise her that eventually they ended up against the door of the safe house out in the middle of the deepest terrorist cell along the Nile. Their mouths were bound together and their bodies sewed up so tightly that they might as well be one person. Nat pulled back for a dip of air, and mouthed down his neck. Yanking back the fabric of his shirt, she dug her teeth in and began to suck deeply, breaking capillaries as she did. Copper flowed across her tongue and a deep purple bruise formed on Levi's collar. "Now you're mine for tonight. Fuck. You need to take off this shirt, and do it now. I need to see the rest of you."

Green. That's what Clint had called him, but he'd also complimented him on being a really fast learner. Steve was greedy to gobble up everything Clint had to teach him the first time they'd been together-- the first time Steve had sex. It was then that Captain America admitted to himself that he was bisexual with strongly male leaning tendencies, but it mostly came down to personality. He could be a little casual, but he needed someone to trust and someone he liked that he could probably keep going back to.

After having sex with exactly two people, Steve was feeling pretty swell about things. He'd learned so much from the experienced men who'd both clamored to climb into his bed, and enjoy America's ass. No refractory period, makes things even more exciting.

Levi was new to the team, and having found his footing, he and Steve had begun sexting here and there. Steve flailed more often than not, ending up blushing terribly. Still, he thought that Levi was a fella worth working for, and so he put in that work until he found out that they both really did have an interest in the same thing-- each other and playing around in a bdsm bedroom

Meeting out of the government grounds in a special hotel that Steve had found, Steve went in first. He'd never been to an establishment like this before, but it was everything it promised to be. Looking around, he fingered all the different toys on the wall, and imagined using them against bare skin. He could already feel his body respond. "Levi, you have no idea what you're getting into."

Ness felt his world crash during the game with PXG. His world had been filled with magic again because of Kaiser. He’d done everything, dedicated everything to him. He loved him. It never matter what Kaiser did to him, Ness always came back like the loyal dog he was. But this time… this time he’d been truly discarded. Kaiser doesn’t want him, doesn’t need him. Kaiser is better without him.

So what is the point of living? The devastation had broken him, tears covering his face on the pitch and he’d bit down on his lip so hard it’d started bleeding. In front of the entire world he’d been thrown away.

There’s no other king for him. Kaiser is the one who makes the impossible possible. His hands grip tight together, twisting painfully before he’s running off the pitch, game not even done. What’s it even matter?

Still in his uniform he’s back into his room and there’s a moment of scrambling to find a razor. Self harm hasn’t been his weakness,and that’s not what they were for but now… he finds the box, tosses it on the bed and strips his compression sleeves off, his jersey. He drops onto the floor to grab the box and gets one out. He just needs one.

He’s not thinking. He can barely see. Everything hurts so much and is nothing at the same time. There’s no point.

“Kaiser,” he sobs, pressing the blade into the skin of his left arm. The cuts aren’t deep at first, there’s no planning to them but they get deeper, eventually forming a messily written ‘Kaiser’ on his arm, he’s managed not to cut anything too important. There’s a lot of blood and it hurts like hell but he thinks to himself when he finally drops the blade that he probably won’t die. He’s not that fucking lucky. But he’s not trying to stop the bleeding either because maybe for once he might be lucky.

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