“Why do you wear your face like that?”

Nie Huaisang's hand comes up partway to Meng Yao's face before his fingers curl inwards. Meng Yao's eyes go wide and tremulous before the corners of his mouth curl into a small smile, like one of the soundless laughs shared between them in the midst of a banquet speech.

Luo Binghe looks at Shen Qingqiu’s face carefully for any sign of recognition but finds none. Instead, Shen Qingqiu looks impressed, like he can’t imagine it. Luo Binghe preens at impressing Shen Qingqiu and he chooses to take this as a win in the series of battles in the war to make Shen Qingqiu remember. Luo Binghe just hopes that the battles will eventually come to an end.

There are worse things than being lashed.

Some species remain colonial year round while others only gather together for winter hibernation.

Desire can't move past, only onward.

Sixteen ways of looking at a rabbit.

Tom is snowed in at Cortina with Dickie and Marge and Peter and Freddie. Sometimes he's really a very lucky boy.

Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.

It was supposed to be a relatively straightforward diplomatic trip, but of course these things never were with demons.

For the Star Wars Rare Ships Challenge over on Pillowfort.

This (last) month's challenge was to hit the "random" button on Wookieepedia and write a shipfic based on that. so here's this!