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How was it that some people could be born into wealth, comfort, and luxury, while others had to suffer the burden of their existence? Why did Young Master Shen get the banquet halls, the expensive robes, the handsome Crown Prince fiance while Shen Jiu got beaten, used, and thrown away?

SY transmigrates into the body of Young Master Shen, a.k.a. fake white lotus!SJ's target for vengeance and justice.

Transmigration is a dream come true. It’s only a shame he has this of all things come true. Him! As Ming Fan! The boy who grew up only to die of ants. It had been an almost well-deserved death, sure, but Shen Yuan is the one in the body now and he would rather fucking not.

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A humble transmigrator is assigned a role he does not find particularly flattering. Can he please get recast?

Shen Yuan could confidently say that the new gym he'd joined (against his will) was not his scene. He had no idea what he was doing, couldn't do any exercise without feeling like he was going to die, and was probably going to get beat up by the unfairly good looking employee who kept glaring at him.

Sadly, Shen Yuan knew he had to stick with it for a little longer. And who knows, maybe he'd even find a reason to stay?

Shen Yuan has transmigrated into a dragon. An apparently extremely wealthy dragon with his own mountain and palace and everything. Unfortunately, he runs into a problem in the form of trying to find an ethical source of labour to actually help maintain the whole palace. After several misunderstandings with the local human beings, he finally manages to clearly communicate his desires and one city provides him with a (rather scrawny and underfed) boy who most definitely agreed to the terms of employment that Shen Yuan tried to put forward! Luo Binghe has been shoved into the clutches of a dragon without being told anything and is surely about to be eaten at any moment.

“Wei-qianbei!” someone shouts. “You never teach in other clans! Do you like the Cloud Recesses so much?”

What a good question. Lan Wangji would like to know the answer as well.

“Darling,” Magnus began, wincing painfully, “I don’t think anything is supposed to be that shade of green.” He rubbed Alec’s tense shoulders as he heard a defeated sigh. “How did green end up on the ceiling, my lovely?” he asked, squinting up at the bright green splatter.

“Some bad things may have happened,” Alec allowed, sounding precipitously close to peevish.

Hyuuga Hinata dies four years after the Fourth Shinobi War, to protect her Hokage.

She wakes up ten years in the past, the day before Graduation, the day before the spar that would seal her fate as the family disappointment and Hanabi's as the next Clan Head.

She makes changes.

(Neji deserved better.)

Wei Ying gave up necromancy years ago. He should be done with hauntings, but here in his café, here in this quiet city at the edge of the world, there stands a ghost dressed in mourning white with eyes like warm honey at the bottom of the pot.

(The one where it's a café AU - only it's not.)

Hikaru is going through a belated sexual awakening. What does it have to do with Touya? Why—everything, of course.

When Shen Qingqiu fails his first mission, he loses the opportunity to unfreeze the OOC function. He has to go through the events of the story in-character as the original goods. He's sure that he's definitely getting human sticked until he stumbles onto a possible solution: if it's out-of-character to not be evil, what if the scum villain got some character development?

Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is getting paranoid that his Shizun has started being nice to him. In a really mean way.

The diplomatic mission went fine, until the white horse yao kidnapped the necromancer's boyfriend.

(The Companion would like to object to yao.
(Lan Wangji objects to boyfriend.
(Wei Wuxian objects to... Fine, whatever. The locals have a word for the ghost path? Roll with it!
(Queen Selenay would just like to know when the gods will stop dumping legends on her doorstep.)

AKA Nie Huaisang plans to fix everything. Oops.

Shen Yuan transmigrates during the previous generation of Cang Qiong, and despite being totally mediocre (or so he thinks) he ends up becoming the Head Disciple of Qing Jing Peak. Shen Yuan decides to try and live his life to the best of his ability, avoid the scum villain when he makes his inevitable appearance, and grow stronger so he can stay alive long enough to be able to see his favourite protagonist in the flesh - and then escape so he's not killed when Luo Binghe takes over the world.

But, of course, the plot has got to plot, and nothing ever goes according to plan.

 

~My version of a Shen Yuan disciple fic, where Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu become martial siblings, and the world conspires against them~

    “Shh, Shizun, it’s alright,” Luo Bingge says, voice lilting in a singsong manner. Shen Qingqiu can’t look away from his red, red eyes. He blinks, and they aren’t eyes at all, but feathers, perched on a mound of coiled, shifting vines that are dotted with white thorns dyed their own bright red from Shen Qingqiu’s blood.

    “Go to sleep, Shizun,” the black-and-red bird sings, coaxing.

    “Go to sleep,” Luo Bingge repeats, as he flickers back into being.

or: Shen Qingqiu is attacked by a monster that drops him into a dream of a perfect world--with Luo Binghe featuring front and center.

Su Xinyan never died from the poison that her shizun had given her. She lived on in the small farming town of Bai Lian, next to the Luo River, raising her only son. Under her guidance, Luo Binghe grew into a strong, charming, happy young man. As long as you ignore the fact that he must keep his demonic lineage a secret, and never be allowed to study cultivation.

Despite her best efforts, she could never have predicted a peak lord from Cang Qiong Mountain, Shen Yuan, taking interest in her son. Luo Binghe can't help but yearn for a life where he can harness the powers that lay dormant in his core, and perhaps a life where the peak lord shows more than just 'interest' in the half demon.

By agreeing to become his disciple, the world changes forever.

“You are a unique case,” Lan Wangji said. “I am not sure I will be able to help you. Even the methods of investigation will need to be experimental.”

“Does that mean you won’t help?” Jiang Yanli asked.

“No,” Lan Wangji answered slowly. He looked at Wei Wuxian. “But you must understand that the process would not always be... comfortable. And that, despite the possible discomfort, there are no guarantees that anything I learn will lead to a solution.”

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Wei Wuxian goes to renowned scholar Lan Wangji for help with his core injury. In a twist that neither of them were expecting, it turns out that the solution to all his problems is a whole lot of magical, kinky sex.

Like... a whole lot. But it's all for very important Reasons, they swear!

‘Alright, fine,’ huffs Wei Ying, blowing out his cheeks. He adjusts his grip on the smooth hilt of the sword, as cold as wet stone beneath his palm. ‘How do I give this back to you?’ ‘I must trade with you something of equal worth,’ says the strange man. ‘Uh. Okay.’ Wei Ying rubs his forehead with his free hand. ‘How about your name? Your real name.’ In case he needs to file a police report or stalk this beautiful, scary man on google or something. The man looks even more angry. He pulls his shoulders back and draws himself to his full height, which is rather impressive and forces Wei Ying to tip his chin up slightly. ‘My name is Lan Zhan,’ the man says. ~ (The one where it’s a dark academia AU - only it’s not.)

“Please keep my secret, Daddy.”

Beautiful, whip-smart, and a little sadistic; it is clear to just about everybody that Laurent found his calling when he started working as a Dominant.

Everybody except for Damen, who has some big ideas about what would suit him better. Ideas that Laurent feels compelled to explore. Does that make Damen right about him?

In the doorway stood Shen Qingqiu: the peak lord of Qing Jing, the immortal Xiu Ya sword, and the love of Binghe’s life. The man was a mix of beautiful light green robes (that Binghe had washed himself!), silky black hair (that Binghe had helped put up this morning!), and warm brown eyes (that Binghe loved to stare into…)

Shen Qingqiu hid his lovely face behind a fan and Binghe immediately wanted to cry and throw up at the loss.

/ disciple era silliness

It's a Tuesday when the current Shinhōin clan head just... decides to give Ichigo an entire person.

"This is meant to be an apology?" Ichigo wonders, when Kaien drops by his office in the Fifth Division to bring it up. Ichigo's office is under constant surveillance, but Aizen doesn't like competition from the Onmitsukidō so, weirdly, it's probably one of the safer places to talk shit about the Shinhōin family. "They're just making me more pissed off!"

There was a sudden howl outside, a gust against the door that made it rock in its frame. The light was fading fast, and Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but think of all the things that might be in these mountains, supernatural or not.

“Ah what I wouldn’t give for a jar of wine,” he said, speaking over his fear, tamping it down. “Even just ordinary village wine. How will we while away the evening by the fire? I don’t suppose you know any interesting stories.”

“No,” Lan Zhan said, shortly.

“Or campfire songs,” Wei Wuxian mused. “I know you have your guqin, but it isn’t the same. Well, it’ll have to be a game of questions, then.”

He glanced up and over at Lan Zhan, hoping to catch a grimace of dismay. Lan Zhan did not disappoint. Maybe other people wouldn’t have read that slight contraction of Lan Zhan’s perfect features the same way, but Wei Wuxian wasn’t other people. He laughed.

“First question,” he said. “What’s it like being an alpha?”

“Are you planning on telling me any time today who the fuck Neil is or am I just supposed to figure it out for myself?”

He opens his eyes to see Nicky gaping at him before he starts spluttering over an answer. It’s Kevin who responds first though.

“He’s our other starting striker. You came with me when we went to sign him. Do you remember?”

Andrew remembers the file, remembers Kevin’s conviction that there was potential there and Wymack’s relief that Kevin actually liked one of his recruit suggestions for once. Andrew could’ve sworn he had dark hair though.

“I remember Wymack booking our flights to Arizona. Now derail your one track mind from Exy for five minutes and tell me who he actually is.”

Kevin glares at him and Andrew matches his stare.

“He knows I don’t like to be touched, he’s here with my family, he smiled when he realised I was awake, who the fuck is he, Kevin?”

“He’s your boyfriend.”

*

Andrew gets injured during an Exy game and loses almost two years' worth of memories. It leaves him with a nasty pain in the head and far too many questions. Namely, who the fuck is Neil Josten?

underpainting:
To apply a layer of paint to your canvas, acting as a blueprint of what you intend to create.

then.
Lan Zhan is 18, and he has everything he could want. He feels lucky beyond reason, happy, and the future ahead of him is bright and beautiful.
Soon, he'll be attending university in another city, living in the dorms, creating the life he has dreamed of. A perfect future, all because he has everything he could want. He has Wei Ying.

Until he doesn't.

now.
It is his 34th birthday, and Lan Xichen is throwing him a party.
Lan Wangji hates his birthday, but he goes because his brother asked.
Lan Wangji has nothing else.

Henry Fox and Alex Claremont-Diaz took very different paths to get where they are now: playing for the top Premier League football clubs in London. Even before the two of them met during the 2022 World Cup in Qatar, the sports media spun a tale of rivalry between the handsome Englishman and the up-and-coming American talent, which was further fueled by an incident that was captured on camera for the whole world to see. Less than a year later, when Alex arrives in London, he still can’t escape the story. But will their fictional rivalry stand up to the reality of living in the same city as Henry and seeing him on a regular basis? Or will it crumble in the face of something Alex is not quite ready to name?

Theirs is one story with many beginnings.

“Look, dude, there’s clearly a social contract here. I’ve been in that seat every day since the start of the semester, it’s just common decency. Plus, that’s my shelf.” He gestures to the shelf in question.

The seat-stealer crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. He looks Namjoon up and down, slowly, obviously, somehow satirically.

“Look, dude,” he says with scathing emphasis. “Social contract theory is outdated, simplistic, and completely unsuited to analysis at the interactional scale. Find another place to sit.”

[namjoon is already struggling enough just to write his dissertation and finally finish grad school, the last thing he needs is to have his routine interrupted by an unfairly pretty library gremlin. right?]

    “Wow, you can really see me?”

    “Yeah. I can see you.”

    “My name is Kim Dokja. I’m a demon.”

    Yoo Joonghyuk felt his eyebrows pull into a frown, “Demons aren’t real. Anyone who believes in magic is a kook.”

    Kim Dokja rolled his eyes. “Guess you’re a kook, then.”

Yoo Joonghyuk was nine the first time he saw a demon. The first time he fell in love with one, however, was a bit later on.