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bzd: i overheard jiejie on a call just now, p sure you guys are getting an assignment yllz: !!!!!! bzd: don’t get too excited bzd: still gonna have to do it with the office buzzkill - Alt title: All I Want For Christmas Is Ghosts

“Hey,” Wei Ying says in his ear, pressed impossibly close, “You should let me blow you.” As though Lan Zhan hadn’t decided to do that the moment Wei Ying had tipped his head back to swallow his first drink of the night.

Wei Ying is a simple man. He just wants to come out to his best friend turned newly-minted boyfriend, get his dick sucked, and perfect his deepthroat game, in that order. Getting married and adopting a million babies afterward is optional but highly preferred. Lan Zhan just wants to know what the hell is happening, but he really can’t complain about the sheer volume of blowjobs he’s getting. In which Wei Ying sucks his way into coming out to his own boyfriend.

Since the Inception mission is already screwed, might as well go out with a bang!

I'm gonna stand here and fight with you.

"What if we don’t worry about whatever comes next?" A Festivid for such_heights // Music: "As Long As I'm With You" by Boyz II Men // Runtime: 3:34

AU where WWX is in his College Ho days, going on hookup after hookup and like. He knows apps aren't always safe. Sometimes you're going to a stranger's house at 2am and you haven't even seen a picture of his face yet. So usually he sends his location to Huaisang, just to be safe.

love is the subject and love’s loss the text grief breaks the heart and yet the grief comes next — Lan Zhan grieves Wei Ying.

In his madness, they say, the Yiling Patriarch stole into Koi Tower and abducted the widow of Jin Zixuan and her young son, only for all of them to die in a fire in the Burial Mounds shortly thereafter. Sixteen later, Lan Jingyi runs into two rogue cultivators during a night hunt.

wwx sitting on the train on his way back to a family party where he knows he’s gonna be asked why a 30 yr old man like him doesn’t have an SO, and then a handsome man, sits beside him and Wwx blurts out, “this might be crazy but please be my date for a family function?”

ok so modern day lwj is getting mugged. It's his first night in a new city that he's moved to, he took a wrong turn, now someone is demanding he hand over his bag. lwj is happy enough to do that, exactly as his brother told him to if this ever came up, totally expressionless

Wangxian au where WWX, a pro basketball player, partakes in a reunion game with his college team and gets endlessly ribbed about not being able to take his eyes off a certain someone in the stands: LWJ, an upcoming model and his former coach’s nephew.

Lwj disappears after a nighthunt, and a travelling Wwx doesn’t hear about until he gets a letter two weeks after it happens and when he finds him, a month later—Lwj is working in an inn, his hair is in a braid and the worst part of it all, is that he doesn’t remember Wwx at all.

burial mounds wei wuxian invents a talisman to see 5 seconds of the future. only works once, only five seconds, and he can’t choose when exactly he will see. he activates it, finds himself naked in hanguang-jun’s arms for five very confused seconds. nothing else changes.

i have this idea of a story where lan wangji gets hit with this curse that puts him into a state of dreaming, and he won’t wake up. and when [handwaves] wei wuxian enters the dream with him, he realizes the purpose of the curse: it feeds off of misery

Summary: Wei Wuxian opens one eye, sneaking a peek at the paper, then both. It’s gone. The flame burns freely and uninterrupted. The curse– the curse should be broken, now, right? He hazards a look at Lan Zhan and his heart thumps in his chest like it’s trying to prove a point. “Fucking hell,” he says under his breath. “Wei Ying?” “I– yeah. Sorry, um. Technical difficulties.” -- Wei Wuxian gets cursed with lovey-dovey bitch syndrome. Modern magic uni AU.

A couple of years ago i was reading all these BAMF sakura fics, and while they’re super fun, i wanted to explore how “successful child ninja” is actually a three word horror story. But in a fun way!

Wei Wuxian is settling in for a boring night at a Cultivators' hostel when Lan Wangji shows up with a sex curse. What kind of terrible friend would he be if he didn't offer to help?

"I mean, look at all this white!" the man says, gesturing at the banquet hall. "If I didn't know better, I'd think this was a funeral." "A good thing, then, that you do know better," Lan Wangji says curtly. The funeral comment has hit a nerve. "Who are you? Why are you here?" The man pouts. "So suspicious, dianxia. Can't I just be here to enjoy the festivities?" Lan Wangji fixes him with an unimpressed glare. The man holds up his hands. "Fine, fine," he sighs. "You've caught me. This humble one's name is Wei Wuxian, and I'm here to save your life." - For as long as he can remember, Lan Wangji has been cursed to die at the hands of someone who loves him. Enter Wei Wuxian, rogue sorcerer, who a desperate Lan Xichen has hired to save his brother.

The thing that has made the Ghost City so famous is its dangerous and eccentric founder and chief; Hua Cheng. He’s known to be both incredibly powerful and mercurial— he grants favors and destroys entire bloodlines purely on a whim. Many of the tales about him seem too wild to be true, but Xie Lian is counting on even a grain of truth. It’s said that among Hua Cheng’s vices is a particular weakness for virgins. In the most extreme stories, Xie Lian heard that he destroyed a bridal escort of over one thousand men to steal away the beauty they were protecting. True or not, this may be Xie Lian’s final hope in defending Xian Le. His own body is the most he has left to offer; that, and his spiritual power.

“Thank you,” Lan Zhan says, and calls the bartender over. He tilts his head at the fox, who grins and leans his chin on his hand to order a whisky. Lan Zhan’s brain very happily reminds him that whisky is Wei Ying’s drink of choice. He firmly shuts it up. Whisky in hand, the fox takes a sip, and knocks his knee against Lan Zhan’s. “You’re fucking sexy, you know. It’s so loud here, holy shit, I can barely hear myself speak.” He pauses, casting his gaze over the dance floor. “I thought I was gonna want to dance tonight but I’m kinda over it. But if you wanna—” “We could go somewhere quieter,” Lan Zhan says. He is not entirely sure what compels him to say it, only that the fox is bright and energetic, and his neck looks fucking delicious, and his hand is currently on Lan Zhan’s knee, and he reminds—he has a nice smile. ; Lan Zhan fucks a guy in a fox mask at an anonymous sex party, and is forced to confront his feelings about it.

A sexy-times Extra from the "LWJ's Big Dick Agenda" universe in celebration of Lan Zhan's birthday because I owe him for making him suffer so often. Wei Ying and Lan Zhan try roleplay. Wei Ying dresses up in heels, knickers and a big coat and has Lan Zhan pick him up off the street one night.

Before Wei-qianbei had dropped to the ground — before his knees had crumpled beneath him and he’d fallen like a dark bird shot down, like something in flight grounded — it had gone like this. — Wei Wuxian gets hurt on a night hunt. It brings up ghosts for Lan Sizhui and Lan Wangji.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says again. His blood is buzzing in his ears, a rush like the ocean and maybe, terrifyingly, like hope. “What did you think I meant?” “I thought,” says Wei Ying. He falters. “I thought,” he says, unblinking, still staring at Lan Wangji’s shoulder, “that you meant. You. You and me.”

Of all the things Lan Zhan expected, hoped, wished he would wake up to on his birthday, a surprise husband wasn’t one of them. * For his birthday, Lan Zhan is given the gift of a future.

Hanguang-Jun was walking up the steps of the Cloud Recesses. His long, raven hair swayed behind him. It ran in waves along his back, rippling down like a perfect waterfall. All around him, the mist gathered and clung to him. It was early spring—the air was still crisp... ____ Wherein Lan Wangji discovers Wei Wuxian's Yiling Laozu/Hanguang-Jun RPF.

“Wei Ying,” he said, capturing Wei Ying’s hand with his own. Lacing their fingers together he brought Wei Ying’s hand to his mouth, nipped lightly at Wei Ying’s knuckles before pressing a kiss to each. Surely Wei Ying could hear the way his heart was now beating violently against his rib cage. “Would you like to make a mess of me?”

Breakdown of what's happening with Boris Johnson and his parties

Wei Wuxian hangs off his arm like a ragdoll, blood-stained and staring at nothing. Was it worth it, after everything? (Of course it was.)

Wei Wuxian scoffs. “It’s daytime! And how am I supposed to sleep like this, hm? All the blood leaving my hands from being tied too tight?” Lan Wangji looks unmoved, and he picks up a strip of fabric from a side table. “If Wei Ying doesn’t want to be fucked again,” says Lan Wangji, “he can sleep.”