Kiyotaka dies, and that's that.
wen ning travels back in time to join the guest lectures at Cloud Recesses
What's the best way to catch some radical socialist maple syrup thieves? Go undercover as a couple with a twee Brooklyn store, of course.
There is no-one here to watch Nie Mingjue, save for their ancestors, save for him.
Nectar and milk flow freely, and the wedding dances are wild.
“If there is anything else that can be said of Qinghe Nie,” Lan Xichen recites, helplessly faint, “it is that we take our weddings and our burials very seriously—”
“—For they are, to us, one and the same,” Nie Huaisang finishes for him. “You do remember.”
Andrew might not be able to play any more, but of course, there are alternatives.
A little bit of contextless silliness, written for Elise. Mild Jehan-related naughtiness and an impatient Grantaire.
Maria's not sure how it all happened, really.
A reunion on the shore, and a new beginning