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Andrew still isn't sure what possessed him to sign up to compete on The Magic Touch, a reality show competition for people with Magical Energy Processing Disorder. Somehow, he made it to the quarter finals, and this is where it starts getting weird.

“If you’re a witch that works with plants, then why are all of yours dead? That can’t be good for business.” The room dims again, and Jimin lifts a hand to flip off the ceiling. Taehyung knows he’s sad and that’s why the shop darkens and he shouldn’t find it funny—but he can’t help it. Because this is ridiculous. The good kind of ridiculous. The amazing kind.   (Or: Taehyung has a green thumb, Jimin runs a magical store, and Yoongi can kind of see dead people.)

Kim has control issues, and likes to seed his fandom with misinformation. Chay is a bnf with an unerring ability to spot the lies. This is (eventually) a meet cute.

Jungkook’s tipsy, but he’s not buzzed enough to miss that he doesn’t recognize any of the four dozen people here. And seeing as his friends aren’t ones to ditch and there’s no way they’d play a prank this mean on him, Jungkook reaches the conclusion that he just walked into a stranger’s very expensive home, uninvited, and started eating their food and petting their well-dressed dog.   (Or: Jungkook shows up to the wrong Halloween party and meets the most powerful family in Seoul.)

Wei Ying leaned a little closer. "The conversation we're having right now is about how it turns out I'm a bearer and we weren't careful and I'm not expecting anything from you, but now that you're here you should know that I'm...ah...you know..." "Pregnant," Lan Zhan said mechanically. "Pregnant," Wei Ying agreed. "You knocked me up, Lan Zhan. Sorry."

For a long time in Porsche’s life, smoking was a constant.

“It’s time for the younger folk to get a chance, right, Wei Wuxian? You’re in the last year of your contract and I think we can get some really good prospects for you.” Lan Wangji’s heart stops as the words sink in. The Clouds are trading Wei Ying. A sequel to Waiting for Spring

Lan Wangji is trying out a body shape when he hears footsteps on the stairs. He is already thinking he has done it wrong--he forgets, sometimes, how many fingers a hand should have, and so he makes his body have sleeves instead, to cover his mistakes. It is a man. It is a man who will scream, probably. Lan Wangji is body-shaped. Lan Wangji tries to count how many fingers the man has before he leaves. “Oh!” the man says, blinking. His eyes are whole, wide, and deep brown, with long lashes. He has a face for smiling, cheeks round and well fed, and when he smiles his eyes crease at the corners. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was up here.”

If Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky hadn’t believed in karma before his death, he has been taught better now. What better punishment is there for a writer of stallion novels than to be reincarnated in one of the many, many insipid love interests he had created?

Kinn was seven when he woke up one morning to discover a small silver circle on the back of his left wrist.

Peak lord Shen Qingqiu has been officially betrothed to the demonic prince Su Binghe via an intermediary. Prince Binghe's chamberlain is attentive, comely, and absolutely not the man Shen Qingqiu should be falling in love with.

Hiraeth (Welsh): A deep homesickness; an intense, irrational longing for something irretrievably lost. "And what becomes of us? The likes of me?" Lan Zhan shrugs. "They just have to be loved till they learn to believe," he says, looking straight into Wei Ying's eyes, as if it's only the most blatant truth, as if he has no reason to avert his eyes, as if it really is just that simple. "The likes of you." The Jiang Tech CEO falls into an arrangement of mutual bedroom favours with his so-called nemesis, the second Lan heir, assuming the odds against them are high enough for complications like feelings to never rear their head. It takes a particularly wretched intervention for him to realize just how naive he had been.   OR: same old falling in love, losing it and getting back together.

The Spider. Gone was the man, and only the costume was left. Slick and black, looking like the symbiote suit Peter had picked up on Battleworld. Johnny had always hated it. Hated the way Peter looked in it, the way the black mask rendered the shape of his face underneath nearly unknowable. Hated every time Peter had donned the cloth version afterwards and lost himself in his own rage. “Johnny,” the Spider said, looking up at him. His lips curved into a smile. “I’m happy to see you. Come here.” -- Johnny falls into the Spider's universe, where everything in the wake of the Superhero Registration Act went very differently. Order has fallen, and in this world Peter Parker reigns supreme. Trapped in Peter Parker's fortress with his powers failing and separated from Ben and Victor, he tries to his best to avoid being caught in his web, but Johnny is tired, and the Spider is still Peter Parker, the man Johnny's been in love with for years. Canon divergent from the beginning of Marvel Two-in-One (2017) #7.

“Of course! Zhan, fourth tone, water radical.” Wei Ying traces the correct character before them. His gaze is expansive. Lan Zhan feels it burning through him: knowing, accepting, acknowledging. He's glowing from within, all his messy thoughts and emotions and insides laid bare for Wei Ying’s careful, thorough examination. “Zhan. Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying murmurs. “It suits you.” Or: after a chance encounter with a dashing KTV shaoye, Lan Zhan, a 996 office worker, is left deeply questioning his life and priorities.

"Wave has been nothing but a disaster since the second that Naruto had gone bleating to the Hokage about needing a mission harder than catching cats and Tazuna had walked through the door reeking of booze. Mariko had, at that point, been struck by a sudden and powerful premonition of some of the shit that Future Mariko was going to be unable to escape, and had strongly considered asking the old man if he was willing to share the contents of the bottle he was toting around." Naruto SI/OC. You know the drill.

Porsche snorts and ducks his head to hide a smile. It’s something Kinn would find cute if another man did it. It is not cute on Porsche, because Kinn is about to serve him up to his sadistic cousin as a chew toy, so nothing Porsche does is allowed to be classified as cute. Also, Porsche is the most annoying person Kinn has ever met. (After epsiode 2, Kinn gets Porsche through a punishment by using bdsm power dynamics. He does it so well that it earns him the love of his life. Also, there are brothers. Just so, so many brothers.)

“I really do not understand you,” says He Xuan. “The first script reading for the drama is tomorrow, and you haven’t even asked me who else has confirmed their role in the cast.” “Because I don’t care about any of them,” says Hua Cheng. “But you accepted the offer the second you heard that Xie Lian took the role of Xia Weiyuan.” “I care about one of them,” Hua Cheng quickly amends. (Or: six years after their breakup, Hua Cheng is cast in Xie Lian’s new drama.)

“I haven’t seen you here before, are you new?” Porsche blinks at him, because it’s quite a bizarre thing to say. “Um, no. At least I don’t think so.” It earns him a cocked eyebrow in response. “So you have been here before?” “A few times,” Porsche answers and shrugs his shoulders. He sometimes comes for a free drink from Jom, and to eat the exceptionally good finger food that just lays on the bar for everyone to enjoy. He usually comes during the day, when it’s not as busy as it is right now. “I’m usually here earlier on.” “Ah,” the man hums, like it makes perfect sense. “So how much do you take for a night?”

Wei Wuxian tucked his fingers into his wristband, his fingertips brushing against the teleportation talisman concealed there. All he needed to do was touch one of the lines and he could activate it. Somehow, Hanguang-Jun clocked it and--with preternatural speed--his had clamped around Wei Wuxian’s wrist, blocking him from activating it as he dragged Wei Wuxian up to his feet, their bodies only a hair’s breadth apart. This close, Wei Wuxian could see the tiny flecks of red hidden within the gold of Hanguang-Jun’s eyes, the dragon blood and the alpha blood activating together. “Look! I told you!” Su She approached, drawing his own sword. “He attacked me and now he has tried to attack Hanguang-Jun right in front of-” With his hand still holding Wei Wuxian’s wrist in a vice-like grip, Hanguang-Jun finished unsheathing his sword, the blade arcing out and beheading Su She in a single, fluid motion. “Lying is forbidden,” Hanguang-Jun said coldly to Su She’s corpse, still not taking his eyes from Wei Wuxian.

“How are you like this- Lan Zhan, how can you say things like this to me-” he sniffles as if he is in disbelief, and another tear races down his temple. “I feel like I’m dreaming.” Lan Wangji kisses the tears on his face, stroking his hair soothingly, reassuringly. There is a wild impulse inside him, an impulse that beats in synch with his heart, with lethal sincerity. An impulse that he will not be able to control, if it is provoked. /I cannot let you leave./ “Let’s stay in this dream,” he whispers, gently searching Wei Ying’s teary expression. “Together.” -- Or, Serial killer Lan Wangji meets the love of his life, Wei Ying.

Andrew is the local reclusive curse-breaker. Neil has a knack for getting himself hexed, but it's been happening suspiciously often lately, even for him.

"Is there a video of the routine?" Lan Zhan asked. Wei Wuxian nodded. "Huaisang recorded one. It's part of his process for teaching his celebrities." "Can you send it to me?" "Sure!" Wei Wuxian frowned. "Why?" Lan Zhan straightened his shoulders. "I will learn the follow. You can practise with me."

“Oh,” Porsche says softly, and when Kinn is finished with the abraded skin of his wrists, guilt sitting heavy in his stomach, Porsche has his chin on Kinn’s chest and is looking up at him, his eyes bright. “It’s that. Tying me up like that? I thought you liked it.”   Set roughly during/after episode 11 (no spoilers)

It's easy to kick a man when he's down.

“You think? You were such an asshole that night. This is my territory. This is where I fucked my girls, you know that? Maybe I’d have got you.”   Set during the episode 11 visit to Yok's bar: Kinn and Porsche revisit the place where they first met.

One year after his life mutated into a holiday-themed romance movie, Shen Yuan is happily decorating the apartment he now shares with Luo Binghe. That's right: this relationship between a lackadaisical asexual and a clingy homosexual is still going strong! So strong, in fact, that every time Luo Binghe smiles or laughs or tears up or pouts or hugs him or in general just exists, Shen Yuan wonders: wouldn't it be fine if their day-to-day stickiness got a little...stickier? After all, they already cuddle so much, what are a few extra fluids? Besides, this child is so hardworking and caring, Shen Yuan wants to give him a reward! Only, what's this about whipped cream and lingerie? And re-negotiating the terms of service?? Hey, does all of this have to be so complicated!? He's just a lvl1 noob without any SEXP, spare him!!

When Sakura decided to go back in time, she never considered going the other direction. Only she didn't expect to be shot back into what looks like the age of the dinosaurs- or at least, the equivalent of it in Konoha's history. That she won’t live through, she thinks. Or at least, until her future starts finding her. -- It starts with an injured Inuzuka. As always, the Inuzuka show up completely unannounced, metaphorically knocking on her door by collapsing in a bloody pile right in front of her porch. The dog included. She opens her door, blinks, and looks down. Well, what's a girl gotta do? Leave them for dead?

It’s Lan Wangji’s job to give Wei Wuxian what he needs, even when he forgets it in the haze of what he wants.

All of this is Wei Wuxian’s fault, for acting in a completely incomprehensible and inappropriate manner, winking and giggling and stroking books of erotic pictures like an alpha or an omega instead of like a sensible, proper beta who is above such things. Had no one ever taken her aside, like Shufu did, and explained things to her? Had no one ever told her that she needn’t bother with the undignified mess of feelings and desires and—and touching?

After being kidnapped by his favorite character, Shen Yuan decides to roll with it on one condition: Emperor Luo Binghe has to let him go back to his own apartment whenever he goes on a "quest." For a kidnapper, Luo Binghe is surprisingly accommodating, and agrees. Wondering how much time Shen Yuan will have to himself away from the sticky emperor, he makes a spreadsheet to estimate how long Binghe will be gone. Only, because he's Shen Yuan, it escalates quickly from there to a massive project to prevent Luo Binghe from suffering! Ah, Binghe?! What do you mean you didn't bring back a new wife!?