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    The set of Yuuri’s mouth softened into a private smile as Victor squeezed his knee beneath the table. His hands were bare, free from the gloves he so often wore when they were together on the rink, and the heat of his palm burned straight through the denim of Yuuri’s jeans. He slipped his own hand beneath the table and found Victor’s. Hidden from sight, their fingers began to flirt and play. A secret conversation all their own that needed no words.

    Yuuri was aware that at some point—a moment in time he couldn’t quite place—Victor had become his boyfriend.

    There wasn’t a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.

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    28 Aug 2026

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    Lan Zhan hasn't seen Wei Ying in thirteen years. When he encounters Wei Ying at a party, Wei Ying asks him about the rumor that Lan Zhan fucks. Lan Zhan proves the rumor true.

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    13 Jul 2026

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    Wei Ying was supposed to be a Yunmeng Lotus for life. He had made a pact with his best friend – basically brother – Jiang Cheng at the start of their professional careers. When they both had been drafted to their hometown team, they promised to play side by side forever. They promised to lift the Stanley Cup together one day.

    But that obviously wasn’t only up to them to decide. And no matter how well Wei Ying played, Yu Ziyuan – the owner of the Lotuses and Jiang Cheng’s mother – always found a reason to hate him. Wei Ying scoffed softly to himself.

    So there he was, freezing his ass off in Gusu as he jogged towards the practice facility to meet his new team.

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    Or, a hockey au where Wei Ying gets traded to the Gusu Blizzard - the worst team in the league. He has no hope for either a winning season or getting along with his new stunning and talented goalie, Lan Zhan.

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    11 May 2026

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    There is a long silence. Not for the first time, Lan Wangji wishes he himself were an oracle so he could run the thousand simulations he is keeping like bees in his mouth, and see which one lands.

    I am sorry. I did not know. They told me you were executed. I watered your plants.

     

    Lan Sizhui goes missing. A desperate Lan Wangji enlists the help of an old classmate.

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    25 Apr 2026

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    His thoughts are interrupted when the third man raises his head and stares at him. Wei Wuxian swallows. The man's glare is fierce, and as Wei Ying looks, he moves his eyes away to the side.

    God, he'd be devastating if he smiled! Which he doesn't.

    'Many of our art pieces are fragile,’ the third man says, no introduction as if one isn’t necessary. ‘Some over 1000 years old. What experience makes you suitable for this level of responsibility?’

    Wei Ying is gone. Mind empty. He looks back at the man who had asked the question, and smiles, stalling for time, and he sees a slight raise of an eyebrow and it comes to him, then.

    This is the man. From outside. Who’d sacked some poor dude and walked away without a backward glance. The pale blue shirt is stretched across his chest, muscular arms testing the fabric. His face is stone, not cruel, but unbothered. A cliff-face. No toehold.

    In which it's been 16 years. Wei Ying may have forgotten, but Lan Zhan has not.

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    25 Apr 2026