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GOT7 Bambam's bisexual awakening caused by a pretty foxboy being so intense that even renown bl actor and singer Jeff Satur got concerned

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Here is Chapter 1

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The winds of the aftermath whispered through the ruins of Nightless City. The battlefield, once alive with the clash of blades and the cries of warriors, was now an eerie silence. Smoke curled into the sky, the remnants of destruction littering the ground. Lan Wangji stood at the center, golden eyes scanning the devastation, though he barely saw it. His mind was elsewhere, focused on a single thought that had consumed him since the battle's conclusion.

*Wei Wuxian is not dead.*

The thought repeated like a mantra, one that refused to leave him. Despite the chaos, the broken bodies, and the countless lives lost, Lan Wangji could not bring himself to believe the lies that were spreading across the cultivation world. Wei Wuxian was still alive. He had to be. The fleeting glimpse he’d caught of him—swallowed by the collapsing mountain, lost in the chaos of war—was not the end. Not for someone as unyielding, as stubborn, as Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji’s hand tightened around Bichen’s hilt, his knuckles white. His thoughts wandered briefly to his return to Gusu. The rules of his sect, the expectations that his elders placed on him, demanded he leave the wreckage behind and return to the path of duty. But his heart... his heart rebelled. It had always been duty, always been control. But this—this feeling for Wei Wuxian, the unspoken bond, the connection that neither time nor distance could sever—it demanded more.

And so, he had turned his back on his sect’s orders and slipped into the shadows, determined to find him, to ensure that Wei Wuxian had not slipped through his fingers forever. He had felt it when he saw him fall, a deep ache within his chest that seemed to pierce straight through to his very soul. But he had seen Wei Wuxian. He had seen those familiar, mischievous eyes.

The wind ruffled his white robes, and for a moment, Lan Wangji closed his eyes. The world had shifted. The consequences of their actions, the political upheaval that was sure to follow, and the threat of resentment energy consuming Wei Wuxian... it all weighed on him. But none of that mattered in the moment. What mattered now was finding him. 

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Lan Wangji’s journey took him across the desolate remnants of the city. Every step was calculated, measured. His movements were precise, as always, but today there was an uncharacteristic urgency to them. He ignored the flash of colors around him, the way his heart seemed to beat louder with every moment that passed. The remnants of resentment energy in the air clung to his skin, but Lan Wangji didn’t care. He had to find Wei Wuxian. 

As he moved deeper into the ruins, the stench of blood and sulfur filled the air. The ground was uneven, cracked and shattered by the forces that had torn through the city. The oppressive silence hung heavy in the air. There was no sound of life—no bird song, no wind. Just the heavy burden of destruction.

Then, beneath the ruin of a pillar, he found it. A flicker of movement, weak but unmistakable. His heart leaped in his chest.

Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji’s breath caught in his throat. Wei Wuxian lay among the debris, his body twisted in an unnatural position, his clothes tattered and stained with blood. His once-vibrant eyes were closed, his breath shallow. But there was no mistaking it—he was alive.

Wei Wuxian’s chest rose and fell, each breath slow and labored, but there was no doubt. The storm within Lan Wangji’s chest quieted, replaced by a new kind of urgency. Kneeling beside him, Lan Wangji placed a hand on his shoulder, his voice low and steady. “Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian’s body stiffened at the sound of his name, and then, his eyes fluttered open. There was confusion in them, a flicker of recognition, and then a sharp, mischievous glint. “Lan Zhan?” His voice was barely a whisper, rough and weak, but there was a playful edge that still managed to cut through the haze of exhaustion.

Lan Wangji’s heart clenched at the sight of him, battered but not broken. He had found him, and that was all that mattered. He reached forward, gently lifting Wei Wuxian into his arms, careful not to disturb his injured form.

“You shouldn’t move,” Lan Wangji said, his tone softer than usual. His hands were steady as he supported Wei Wuxian’s body, feeling the heat of his feverish skin. “You need to rest.”

Wei Wuxian managed a weak grin, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Rest? I’ve always been better at running than resting, Lan Zhan. You know that.”

Despite the gravity of the situation, Lan Wangji felt the corners of his lips twitch in response. He didn’t know what to say to that, so instead, he simply adjusted his grip on Wei Wuxian, holding him closer.

There was no more time for words. He could feel the dark energy swirling around Wei Wuxian, a dangerous force that was threatening to consume him. Resentment. The very thing that had caused so much havoc in the past. The thing that had almost taken his life. Lan Wangji would not let that happen again.

Carefully, he rose to his feet, cradling Wei Wuxian as though he were the most fragile thing in the world. The thought was absurd—Wei Wuxian was anything but fragile—but in this moment, Lan Wangji couldn’t shake the overwhelming urge to protect him.

“We’re leaving,” Lan Wangji said, his voice firm. “You’ll be safe now.”

Wei Wuxian chuckled weakly. “Safe? With you?”

“Yes,” Lan Wangji replied, his gaze intense. “You are.”

The weight of the moment settled over them as Lan Wangji turned, moving swiftly through the ruins. He had made his decision. He would take Wei Wuxian away from here, away from the dangers that lurked in the shadows. Away from the cultivation world that had cast him aside. And together, they would find a way to heal.

But there was still much to be done. And as they left the wreckage of Nightless City behind, Lan Wangji couldn't help but wonder if they were walking into the unknown. Would the world accept their bond? Would Wei Wuxian ever truly find peace? Only time would tell.

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Title: Against the Flow of Fate

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Lan Wangji never stopped watching him.

When the battle at Nightless City turned into a bloodbath, Wei Wuxian was lost—alone, wounded, and drowning in resentment. But this time, before fate could tear them apart, Lan Wangji found him first.

Taking him away from the chaos of the cultivation world, Lan Wangji brings Wei Wuxian to a hidden refuge, determined to protect him from the consequences of his own power. But as Wei Wuxian struggles between guilt and survival, and Lan Wangji fights against the rules that once bound him, their bond deepens into something neither of them can ignore.

With the world believing Wei Wuxian to be dead, how long can they stay hidden? And when the past finally catches up to them, will their love be enough to defy fate itself?

(A historical romance and adventure story about second chances, quiet devotion, and a love that withstands time.)

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PERTH & SANTA as YOTHA & GUN in PERFECT 10 LINERS (2024)

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Perfect 10 Liners: Yotha & Gun The Tie Saga aka Yotha getting bolder by the day.

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PERFECT 10 LINERS | EP 11

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Back then, I saw him as a friend. I don't know when it started. But after thinking about it, I've realized Fang has been the only one in my heart all along. When I walked, whatever I did, and wherever I went to, I thought of him. When I ordered pizza, I wanted him as my pizza topping.

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Xie Lian wandered along a quiet path under the moonlit sky, the cool night air brushing against his skin. The weight of his past pressed down on him, a constant companion in the solitude of the Celestial Palace. Despite the grandeur surrounding him, he felt adrift, lost in the vastness of the heavens.As he turned a corner, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows—Hua Cheng, his dark robes blending seamlessly with the night. Xie Lian’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of the Ghost King, who always seemed to find him, no matter where he went.

“Hua Cheng,” Xie Lian whispered, his voice barely audible.“Your Highness,” Hua Cheng replied, his single eye gleaming with a gentle warmth that contrasted with his imposing presence. He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving Xie Lian’s face.

“You’ve been wandering a lot lately.”Xie Lian sighed softly, turning his gaze to the moon. “I’ve been trying to clear my mind. There’s so much that weighs on me.”Hua Cheng’s expression softened as he moved closer, his presence comforting.

“Sometimes, peace isn’t something you find. It’s something you create.”Xie Lian looked up at Hua Cheng, surprised by the wisdom in his words.

“And how do you create peace?”Hua Cheng’s fingers brushed against Xie Lian’s arm, sending a shiver down his spine. “By letting go of the things that weigh you down. You don’t have to carry them alone.

”The sincerity in Hua Cheng’s voice, the tenderness in his touch—it was almost too much for Xie Lian. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he quickly looked away, but Hua Cheng gently turned him back, pulling him into an embrace.

“You don’t have to hide from me, Xie Lian,” Hua Cheng said softly.

“Not ever.”Xie Lian clung to Hua Cheng as tears flowed freely, the years of pain and loneliness finally spilling over. Hua Cheng held him close, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of emotions. Slowly, Xie Lian’s sobs subsided, and he found himself calming, the storm within him beginning to still.When he pulled back, Xie Lian felt a deep sense of embarrassment, but Hua Cheng’s gaze was filled with understanding.

“You’re allowed to feel, Xie Lian,” Hua Cheng said quietly. “You’re allowed to be human.”Xie Lian wiped his eyes, his heart lighter than it had been in a long time. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”Hua Cheng’s smile was soft, reassuring.

“You’ll never have to find out.”Taking a deep breath, Xie Lian reached out and took Hua Cheng’s hand. “Let’s walk together.”Hua Cheng squeezed his hand gently. “Always.”

Hand in hand, they walked through the moonlit night, the path before them illuminated by the light of the stars. For the first time, Xie Lian didn’t feel alone. With Hua Cheng by his side, he felt a sense of calm and belonging, as if he had finally found the peace he had been searching for.

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Blossoms of Serenity

Chapter: Reunion and Reverie

Cloud Recesses was bathed in the soft glow of early morning light as Wei Ying made his way through the tranquil courtyards. The cool air carried the scent of blooming lotus flowers from the nearby pond, and the gentle rustling of leaves created a soothing backdrop to the serenity that pervaded the place. It had been several months since Wei Ying last visited, and he had missed the calm that Cloud Recesses offered—a stark contrast to the wild adventures he often found himself embroiled in.

As he rounded a corner, he caught sight of a familiar figure standing by the stone bridge that spanned the koi pond. Lan Zhan, clad in his signature white robes, stood with his back to Wei Ying, gazing out over the water. The sight brought a smile to Wei Ying’s lips; he hadn’t sent word ahead of his arrival, wanting to surprise Lan Zhan.

With characteristic stealth, Wei Ying crept up behind Lan Zhan, suppressing a laugh as he reached out to cover his eyes. But before he could complete the playful ambush, Lan Zhan spoke, his voice calm and composed.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said without turning around, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Wei Ying pouted, dropping his hands. “You’re no fun, Lan Zhan. How did you know it was me?”

Lan Zhan finally turned to face him, his golden eyes warm with affection. “Who else would attempt such a thing?”

Wei Ying grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I suppose no one else would dare. Did you miss me?”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan replied with a slight nod, his gaze softening as it lingered on Wei Ying.

Wei Ying’s heart swelled at the simple affirmation, and he stepped closer, closing the distance between them. “You didn’t have to wait for me here, you know. I could’ve found you.”

Lan Zhan shook his head. “I wanted to be the first to see you.”

Wei Ying’s grin widened, and he reached out to take Lan Zhan’s hand in his, squeezing gently. “Well, here I am, Lan Zhan. Let’s make the most of our time together.”

The tranquility of the moment was suddenly interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps, and Wei Ying turned to see a small group of disciples hurrying toward them. Lan Jingyi, as always, was at the forefront, with Lan Sizhui just a step behind.

“Senior Wei! You’re back!” Lan Jingyi called out, his voice filled with excitement as he came to a halt in front of them.

Wei Ying released Lan Zhan’s hand, turning to the juniors with a wide smile. “Of course I’m back! I wouldn’t miss seeing all of you again. Have you been behaving?”

Lan Sizhui bowed respectfully. “It’s good to see you, Senior Wei. We’ve been well, but Cloud Recesses isn’t the same without you.”

“Of course not,” Wei Ying teased, crossing his arms. “I bring all the fun, don’t I?”

Lan Jingyi nodded enthusiastically. “It’s true! You always have the best stories. Did you bring us anything this time?”

Wei Ying chuckled, pulling out a small pouch from within his robes. “For my favorite juniors, how could I not? Sweets from Yunmeng—they’re the best you’ll ever taste.”

Lan Jingyi eagerly took the pouch, his eyes lighting up. “Thank you, Senior Wei! You’re the best!”

Lan Sizhui smiled gratefully, though his demeanor remained composed. “Thank you, Senior Wei.”

Just as the juniors began to open the pouch, Jiang Cheng appeared, his presence commanding attention. His expression was a mix of irritation and something softer—perhaps relief—hidden beneath his usual stern demeanor. Jin Ling followed behind him, looking as though he was torn between annoyance and happiness to see Wei Ying.

“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng began, crossing his arms as he approached. “How long do you plan on staying this time?”

Wei Ying turned to face his shidi, offering him a mischievous grin. “Oh, I don’t know. As long as Lan Zhan wants me here, I suppose.”

Jiang Cheng scoffed, though there was no real bite to it. “You always were unpredictable.”

Wei Ying’s expression softened as he regarded Jiang Cheng. “And you always knew how to find me, Jiang Cheng. It’s good to see you.”

Jiang Cheng’s eyes flickered with something unspoken, but he simply nodded. “It’s good to see you too, Wei Wuxian. Just don’t cause any trouble while you’re here.”

Before Wei Ying could respond, Jin Ling stepped forward, his voice formal but laced with a hint of affection. “Uncle Wei, did you really bring sweets for the juniors and nothing for me?”

Wei Ying laughed, reaching into his robes once more. “Of course I brought something for you, Jin Ling. I wouldn’t dare show up empty-handed.”

He handed Jin Ling a small wooden box, which the boy accepted with a surprised expression. “What is it?”

“Open it and see,” Wei Ying encouraged, his eyes twinkling with delight.

Jin Ling carefully opened the box, revealing a beautifully carved jade pendant inside. The intricate design was that of a lotus flower, symbolizing Yunmeng’s roots and the bond they shared. Jin Ling stared at it for a moment before looking up at Wei Ying, his expression softening.

“Thank you, Uncle Wei,” Jin Ling said quietly, his fingers closing around the pendant.

Wei Ying reached out to ruffle Jin Ling’s hair affectionately. “You’re welcome, A-Ling. It suits you.”

Lan Zhan observed the interaction with a subtle smile, his heart warmed by the sight of Wei Ying surrounded by those who cared for him. It was a far cry from the days of conflict and strife that had once torn them all apart.

As they stood together, the sound of laughter reached them, and Wei Ying turned to see Lan Yuan running toward them with a bright smile on his face. “Uncle Wei!”

Wei Ying’s face lit up as he crouched down to catch Lan Yuan in his arms, lifting the boy off the ground. “A-Yuan! You’ve grown so much since I last saw you!”

Lan Yuan giggled, wrapping his arms around Wei Ying’s neck. “I missed you, Uncle Wei! Did you bring me anything?”

Wei Ying kissed the top of Lan Yuan’s head, a fond expression on his face. “I brought you lots of stories, A-Yuan. And maybe a few surprises too.”

Lan Zhan stepped closer, his hand resting gently on Wei Ying’s back as he looked at Lan Yuan. “A-Yuan has been practicing his calligraphy,” Lan Zhan said, his voice filled with quiet pride. “He’s improving every day.”

Wei Ying’s eyes sparkled with pride as he looked at Lan Yuan. “Really? I’ll have to see it for myself. You’re going to be just as talented as Lan Zhan one day, A-Yuan.”

Lan Yuan beamed at the praise, his eyes bright with happiness. “I want to be just like Uncle Wei and Hanguang-jun!”

Wei Ying’s heart melted at the declaration, and he pulled Lan Yuan into a tight hug. “You’re going to be even better, A-Yuan. I just know it.”

As they shared this tender moment, Lan Xichen approached with his usual calm and serene demeanor, his presence bringing a sense of peace to the gathering. “It’s wonderful to see everyone together like this,” Lan Xichen said warmly. “Cloud Recesses has been far too quiet without you, Wei Wuxian.”

Wei Ying smiled at Lan Xichen, grateful for the kindness and understanding the man always showed him. “It’s good to be back, Lan Xichen. I’ve missed this place—and all of you.”

Lan Xichen’s gaze shifted to Lan Zhan, a knowing smile on his lips. “And I’m sure Lan Zhan has missed you just as much, if not more.”

Lan Zhan’s gaze met Lan Xichen’s, and though his expression remained composed, there was a flicker of emotion in his eyes. “Mn.”

The group slowly made their way to one of the shaded pavilions, where they could sit and talk without interruption. Wei Ying settled down beside Lan Zhan, with Lan Yuan climbing into his lap, refusing to leave his side.

As they chatted, Jiang Cheng eventually joined the conversation, though he still maintained a slightly gruff demeanor. The years had softened some of the harsh edges between him and Wei Ying, and while their relationship was not without its complexities, there was a mutual understanding that had developed over time.

Jin Ling, meanwhile, found himself drawn into a conversation with Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui, the three of them exchanging stories about their training and experiences. Despite the initial tension, they seemed to find common ground, their laughter filling the air.

Wei Ying couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment as he looked around at his loved ones. It was a rare moment of peace—one that he would cherish for as long as it lasted.

Lan Zhan’s hand found its way into his once more, their fingers intertwining beneath the table where no one else could see. Wei Ying turned to look at him, his heart swelling with love and gratitude.

“This feels like a dream,” Wei Ying whispered, his voice barely audible.

Lan Zhan squeezed