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Something like panic is happening in Wei Ying’s throat, his pulse suddenly racing, a sustained fluttering in his stomach that makes him feel almost sick. He can’t prevent himself from babbling a little, words rushing out of him in an attempt to vent off some of the nervy energy circulating through his system. “Lan Zhan, are sure this is okay? Because it’s not a very big bed, I can go back to the floor, it’ll be fine, I’ll just stay very still so I don’t wake you again, I—” “Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan interrupts him, his voice low. “Sleep." Wei Ying’s mouth snaps shut and he breathes out shakily through his nose. “Right, okay, yeah.” [Wei Ying visits Lan Zhan at college. Neither of them sleep very well.]

“Light. Do you want to have sex?” Light almost choked on his sip of coffee. Think. He had to play this strategically. If I immediately say no, he’ll definitely think I’m Kira. It's too obvious. Would Kira have gay sex? Kira would never let himself be in a position so vulerable, nevermind gay or not. Though... would he? Kira, albeit drawn from me, is a concept who exists in a divorced state. While I may not jump at the oppourtunity for sex, someone such as Kira may see it as a show of power. So if I declined here, L may suspect that I don't want to come off as too power hungry, and accuse me of being Kira. I have to go through with it. I don’t have a good enough reason to reject him. But if I say yes, that still points towards Kira, who could use the argument that a “hole is a hole” and therefore top. No, if I suggest topping, he’ll definitely think I’m Kira. But wait. That’s it. I’ll take his dick up my ass, proving that I am neither homophobic nor Kira. L, in the meantime, ate his cake without so much giving it a second thought. His trap was well laid and well prepared. If Light asks me to top, he's definitely Kira.

Wei Wuxian is as surprised when Lan Wangji, his old school rival and embarrassing crush, decides to tag along with him on a night hunt, but as they travel and work together, something begins to develop between them that he could never have hoped for.

“What happens if I move?” Yeah, that was definitely Andrew’s annoyed look then. Neil grinned back at him. “I’ll stab you,” Andrew said flatly. And then proceeded to stab him anyway before Neil could make a smartass comment about it.

Internationally-recognized musician Lan Wangji gets kidnapped. It’s all kind of a misunderstanding.

Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi start noticing a mysterious man who keeps assisting in their cases, using talismans they've never seen before, and then fleeing the scene. What's even stranger is the fact that their team leader, Lan Wangji, seems to know who he is.

Oh my god, you guys: a heartbroken Luo Binghe decides to follow his beloved undergraduate advisor to Harvard, by any means necessary. "Here's your chance to make it, / so take it like a man!"

Back in Konoha, Shikako doesn't really expect that she'll see Team Minato again — unless Minato decides they need another round of sensory training or something — so it's a surprise that one day after turning in a D-rank, she and her apprentice literally run into them.

“I am going to lose my boyfriend to the ocean,” he hears Lan Zhan say from across the room. “No,” he says, slotting himself into the embrace Lan Zhan offers him. “Not lose me. But you might have some stiff competition.” “Hm,” Lan Zhan replies, pressing his lips against the hair at Wei Ying’s temple. “I shall do my very best to impress you enough to choose me, then.” Wei Ying slings his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck, rocking them backwards and forwards, enjoying the feel of him here, in this new moment, the sound of the waves and the smell of salt and fresh linen. “I don’t think you’ll have to try very hard,” he murmurs. ; Wei Ying and Lan Zhan take a holiday to the beach.

wangxian university au where wei ying and lan zhan grow apart after wei ying borrows a book from lan zhan on their last day of hs together and, in rather baffling fashion, returns it the same day, presenting it to lan zhan so awkwardly that lan zhan feels sure he's being mocked somehow. (twitter threadfic)

One simple idea that changes everything: Ariadne, as Cobb sees her - the red-wearing maze designer and Cobb-unraveler - is almost too good to be true. That's because she isn't. True, that is; she's definitely, DEFINITELY good. When her thesis adviser Dr. Stephen Miles puts her in the way of a VERY interesting opportunity (for the low, low price of just one fake ID), Ari decides to go for it and winds up neck-deep in stuff she never knew existed. When this is finished, she’s going to learn to wear a suit like Arthur, tell a lie like Eames, network like Yusuf, and pull perhaps two per cent of Saito’s annual income over her first five years post-doctorate. She's hung the rest of her life on this job, so she may as well get some off-resume skills out of it.

“He smiles too much,” Lan Wangji says, frowning at the pixelated headshot of the instructor. Flippancy is not necessarily forbidden, but it is strongly discouraged, especially when one is a thousand feet above ground instructing the light of someone else’s life. Lan Sizhui is going for his Sword Flight Licence. Lan Wangji is panicked.

The dust clears to reveal a man, kneeling serenely on the ground, before Wei Wuxian’s throne. He is dressed in pristine white robes, with a qin floating elegantly above his lap. His hair is a silky black sheet cascading around him, dripping over his shoulders, pinned in place by an elegant silver guan. There is a distinctive silk ribbon around his forehead, and his long eyelashes are lowered as if in respect. When he raises his gaze to meet Wei Wuxian’s, his eyes are like molten honey, sweet ambrosia. This is Lan Wangji, Hanguang Jun, the god of vegetation! -- dark union day 3: a frightening kiss persephone lwj x hades wwx

“You brought a book?” “Like you didn’t.” She concedes the point and digs a paperback out of her clutch—Austen’s Persuasion, a good choice. Jess displays his own masticated copy of Tobias Wolff’s Old School, which feels like a consistently fitting read when encased within the two-hundred year old hallowed halls of Chilton Preparatory. The book’s cover is hanging on by Scotch tape and a prayer, and half the pages are creased with undone dog ears. “Man, we’re a couple of anti-social freaks,” Rory declares. Jess grins. “Just call me Thomas Pynchon.” or: the one where jess goes to chilton.

The Shadow Fold has endured for more than six hundred years. Now in the twenty-first century, the Darkling serves under greedy politicians as a five-star General of the Second Army. Until he can make his move towards power, until he can finally find his fabled Sun Summoner. Alina Starkov is just an entry-level intelligence analyst for the Ravkan First Army, watching massive screens of satellite footage for hours on end. Mostly handling documentation, cross-referencing incoming intel, outlining small skirmishes on digital maps. The minutia kind of stuff. She'd be the first to tell you that she isn't anyone special, certainly not Grisha. Or: A modern retelling of Shadow and Bone.

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“Does that bother you?” Lan Wangji asks him. His voice is hoarse. “Huh?” says Wei Wuxian, distantly. What was it that he just said? He can’t remember. “That anyone could see,” Lan Wangji repeats. He sits back on his heels, folds his hands primly in his lap. Were it not for the obscene redness of his mouth, he might as well be attending a dinner party. “Does it bother you?” “Oh,” says Wei Wuxian. He looks up. “I don’t know.” He just wants Lan Wangji’s mouth back. “Yes,” he says, thinking, pettily, you’re mine, and only I get to see you like this. “I mean,” he says, backtracking, “no.” Lan Wangji is going to stop if he thinks that Wei Wuxian really doesn’t like it, and Wei Wuxian is going to die if Lan Wangji’s mouth doesn’t return to its previous position within the next five seconds. “No.” (Or: a discovery, and the aftermath.)

“This is slightly embarrassing,” Lan Xichen says, “but I urgently need a pet-sitter."

Emperor Luo Binghe understands almost immediately that his fifty-second wife's miraculous recovery from the brink of the death is not what it seems. It takes him longer to work out how lucky he's gotten.

Sure, he could ad-lib this. Wei Wuxian nodded. “The agreement. Yes, the agreement! Where I…don’t call you handsome?” The man stared again. “You do not need to call me ‘husband’, either." Wei Wuxian nodded seriously, though inwardly, he was kind of shocked. What kind of a marriage was this? or, wwx transmigrates into an a/b/o universe where he is lwj's spouse

Fresh from the Abyss and having just gained a seat of power in the Demonic Empire, Luo Binghe arranges for a marriage between himself as the Heavenly Demon Lord and Shen Yuan as a representative of Cang Qiong. It will be perfect, and Shen Yuan will love him and the marriage just as much as Luo Binghe does, because there is no reason for Shen Yuan not to love Luo Binghe just as much as he had when Luo Binghe was just a human servant of Cang Qiong. It will be so good, in fact, that Luo Binghe decides to make it a surprise - so Shen Yuan comes to the Demonic Empire having no clue that his fiance is Luo Binghe at all. (Surprise! It doesn't go as smoothly as Luo Binghe had planned.)

top gun is great because tony scott was like “i want to make a movie about sunsets” and the us navy was like “No you’re gonna make recruitment propanganda for the navy” and val kilmer was like “the studio has tricked me, juilliard trained val kilmer, into being here, so i’m going to portray a closeted homosexual” and tom cruise was like “i’m in a ray bans commercial!”

After many years of peaceful marriage, Luo Binghe gives in to the urge to ask his husband about the things he's seen in their shared dreams. Shen Qingqiu - known expert in denial, compartmentalization, and avoidance - panics a bit about having put off this transmigration reveal for so long. Luo Binghe's concerns are much more practical.

"I looked up some of your work with the National Conservation Society," Wei Ying tries. "Your Tea Gardens of History are particularly beautiful. And so… historical." "Mn," Lan Wangji agrees. Then she says nothing else. She doesn't smile. She doesn't blink. She just gazes at Wei Ying steadily, disinterestedly. Like Wei Ying is— is some sort of client, instead of the most fascinating woman in the world. Wei Ying hires Lan Zhan to landscape her third wedding.

Wei Ying glances at his reflection in the mirror—yep, still him, all messy black-brown hair, red pointed ears, and sleep-squinty eyes—and yawns, wondering what Lan Zhan made for breakfast and what kind of sappy-ass note he left with it— Wait. Wait. Red pointed ears? Wei Ying blinks twice, shakes his head, and looks at his reflection again. His reflection looks back at him, hair mussed and eyes wide and ears pointed straight up and forward in alarm, his tail puffed out as he evaluates the threat—what the fuck, his tail?! Or: Wei Ying's been both human and fox his whole life, but not like this.

Shen Qingqiu stood at the edge of the cliff, his back lit up by the fiery light of the Endless Abyss. The blood from the wound on his chest spilled out between his fingers, splattering onto the shattered remains of Xiu Ya laying at his feet. When he looked up, his expression was half-wild with the heat of battle, shoulders heaving with his ragged breaths, and his eyes, which were normally like green jade, glowed blood red- -The very same red shining from the demon mark etched onto his forehead. Or: Shen Qingqiu is the protagonist of PIDW

At first, it felt like things returned back to their usual rhythm. The kids seemed to get over the shock of an unfortunate twist in the night-hunt, and soon none of them seemed too troubled over it. Lan Zhan, however, was another matter altogether. or, lwj starts acting strange

Lan Zhan takes a holiday and instead of relaxing, finds himself an octopus friend who might be more than meets the eye.

Nie Huaisang's brother is dead. He knows who: Jin Guangyao. He knows how: trust wielded like a sword in the back. He knows what he wants: his brother. He knows what he'll accept instead: his brother avenged, his body returned. What he doesn't know is how he can do this. His resources are limited. The closest he had to a friend outside the Nie is dead, and all that's left is a resurrection ritual Nie Huaisang can't use. He loves his brother, but love has limits. "Wei xiong, what would you do?" He doesn't know. But he can find out.

Finally back in Beijing after disappearing years ago, Wei Ying runs into Lan Zhan. On a whim, he asks him out on a date. Shockingly, Lan Zhan agrees.