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//purely platonically Di Feisheng and Princess Zhaoling in a situation where they're on the run, he has to protect her from Situations, and it's cold and he has to cuddle her for warmth like a big mountain lion.
#help i started writing them interacting and now i can't stop#she's so small#di feisheng is a human space heater#tears falling like peridots#di feisheng#zhaoling gongzhu#princess zhaoling#lian hua lou#mysterious lotus casebook#lhl#a fei#dfs#mlc
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It's Li Lianhua's birthday, the third after he was found on the East Sea beach, alive. Everybody is there, drinks tea and has sweets. 1K. That's it, that's the fic.
Inspired by this lovely drawing by @lyselkatz
A loose sequel to my fic "Actually..." Li Lianhua is alive, has lost his martial arts and regained his allergies, and lives in the Lotus Lodge with Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng. Everything is fluffy and nothing hurts. Well, almost nothing.
#mysterious lotus casebook#li lianhua#fang duobing#di feisheng#liansanjiao#qiao wanmian#zhaoling gongzhu#su xiaoyong#qin po#he xiaofeng#zhan yunfei#and huli-jing!!
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actually, you know what? i enjoy fang duobing telling zhaoling "who knows what'll happen in the future" to her at the end, because the ending makes it more tragic. at least those two were friends, and they might have kept up some kind of relationship still (platonic or lavender marriage perhaps, or still just friends), but now? how can that boy ever leave the jianghu that took his heart, and settle down to marry the daughter of a man whom li lianhua gave his last chance at a cure away to? to save fang duobing and his family, yes, but to him a palace would only be even more of a stifling prison than he already thought it was, and probably a place he blames at least in part for the way things are now. in the end every promise is broken and who knows how to pick up the pieces
#see i need to fix this in a fic#like i don't think fdb would actually marry the princess but i want them to be ok#fang duobing#zhaoling gongzhu#ashton originals#mysterious lotus casebook spoilers#mysterious lotus casebook
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not to be on my "zhaoling/fang duobing lavender marriage where they both happily go around breaking other people's hearts instead" train but the image is IMPECCABLE. everyone please picture zhaoling making fdb comb her hair or something while she complains about the last guy she was with and just:
fdb, pausing: do you need me to threaten him for you?
zhaoling: no i can do it myself
zhaoling: *pokes him* hey why did you stop
fdb: *resumes combing*
zhaoling: anyways how was the son of that visiting diplomat who thought he was being subtle at the banquet the other night
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where's the fic where fang duobing and zhaoling have a very happy lavender marriage and they each go breaking other men's hearts all around the court instead, and they only interfere in each other's business if one of them gets treated badly by another partner, in which case that man is going to get fucked up by the royal family and no one will question it
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I hope they don't force FDB to marry that girl. I've seen some people say they like their dynamic but I think it's somewhat offensive and goes against FDB's character directly. He has been controlled all his life and went against his family's expectations for him. The last thing he wants is to marry that girl. The best outcome for me would be 1) they find a cure for LLH and they roam the martial world together 2) fdb becomes a detective and lives up to LX's memory. This show has done such a good job with having the female characters find their own path and didn't spend time on unnecessary romance. It would be such a disappointment to just suddenly ignore that and force this future on FDB.
i'm with you there where yeah, i still do not want fang duobing and zhaoling to get married. it's so clear his heart belongs to the jianghu, not in a royal court. he'd be a shit consort and i think both of them deserve better than that future anyway. my ideal ending is where fang duobing becomes a detective and travels with a (cured) li xiangyi and di feisheng who've both wrapped up and let go of all the loose ends of the past.
(i still don't actually think they're going to get married or at the very least married within the runtime of the show, if they absolutely must, given that this show's pacing and setup has been stellar throughout and they wouldn't just introduce the princess halfway through the show like that if she was going to be really important as a love interest.)
i do hope duobing and zhaoling can be friends, though, or maybe have a more sibling-like bond. one of the things i like about this show is that it's both avoiding unnecessary romantic relationships, while in the cases of wanmian and xiaoyong also having male and female characters meet on level ground and still be friendly/important to each other outside of that framework. crossing fingers it'll happen with these two as well. marriage wouldn't work out for either of them.
#ok sidenote but i do think it's cute/nice that zhaoling says duobing can take his time to explore the jianghu first#like if the wedding has to happen she's still not rushed about it#mysterious lotus casebook#fang duobing#zhaoling gongzhu#anon#ashton answers
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I finished the sixth chapter of "Detoxify", clocking in at 7.5 K for that chapter alone.
Karaoke night at Four Seasons Manor, first intermission
PoV Qing-er AKA Zhaoling-gongzhu
The first set of songs ended on this high note, and while the Scorpion put on much quieter canned music, everybody went to put away their old drinks, acquire new drinks, or donate to Shulin’s project. Both he and his partner, Peizhi, were extremely busy during the intermission. Mowen had referred to them by those old-fashioned nicknames, so that’s who they were now. They nun, the guy in green, and two other guys whom Qing-er already knew, a social justice lawyer and his TCM practitioner husband, helped with answering all the questions.
Qing-er realized she was no longer nervous but actually looked forward to singing for all these nice people; she couldn’t possibly be worse than their hosts. So she walked over to tell Mowen so, and to thank him again for helping her earlier.
The guy in green gave her a long look and a polite but lop-sided smile; she felt she’d met him somewhere, too. “Hello,” she said, to cover up that she had no idea who he was. His green clothes were actually a pair of so-called harem pants with a tribal pattern, and a loose tee-shirt with a stylized lotus on the chest; he was most likely another TCM practitioner, qigong teacher, or something of that kind.
Mowen put away the cheque he’d been given and came over to offer her more baijiu from his bottle, but the guy in green interfered. “Excuse me, Miss Zhao, but I’m sure that wouldn’t be a good idea; his baijiu takes itself quite seriously. Here, have one of these.”
He gave her a bottle hidden underneath the table that contained, as per the rather plain label, sparkling kombucha with a herbal infusion, dark and opaque with matcha. “Shulin makes those,” he said. “Not enough to pass around, really, but I guess it’ll be good for you. Keeps one sane and upright in this madhouse. Can you take these other two to A-Fei? He’s by the stage, on the left side, taping the cables back on yet again. He’s supposed to perform at least three more times, so he needs some sane and upright. I’m afraid Wen-laoban keeps filling him up with beer.”
“You are crazy,” Peizhi told him, for whatever reason, as he handed her two more bottles of the stuff. Apparently, the supply of Shulin’s pick-me-up was strictly limited.
She nodded, and made her way through the crowd towards the stage. The green guy had opened her own bottle, and she tried it while she walked. It was great -- powerfully flowery, carried by the deep green taste of the matcha and the natural fizzy sweetness of the kombucha. If that drink was home-made by Shulin, it was probably very medicinal and came only in very small batches.
“Are you A-Fei?” she asked the denim-clad behind sticking out from underneath the stage. The man called out something to a little helper that was, apparently, crawling underneath the stage for him, then came out and looked up at her.
“The guy in green asked me to bring you these,” she said, thrusting the bottles at him. “He thinks Wen-laoban is giving you too much beer.”
He grinned, with teeth. This close up, she could see he was quite old, at least thirty, but rather handsome in a mature way. The guy in green was definitely prettier.
“Great qinggong, though,” she said. “And great singing voice. I think somebody said you’d perform some more?”
He nodded. “I’m on again when this break ends, and I’m still sorting cables. They should just let me go kill the sound guys. I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
He stuck his head back underneath the stage. “A meter to the left I think!” he shouted to his invisible little helper.
Qing-er wandered on, sipping on her artisanal super-rare kombucha as she went.
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