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It’s not that Lan Wangji doesn’t want to win. Very much the opposite, of course. A swim team AU in which the pressure to always outdo himself gets to Lan Wangji and his teammate makes him see the good in his situation.

Maybe, just maybe, if Wei Ying pretends he has his shit together, he can find a roommate who actually does. Someone who will pay the rent on time, someone who will put up with Mo Xuanyu’s eerie wailing on moonless nights. And then, after he wows them with his winning personality, maybe they’ll put up with him, too. Maybe they’ll like him too much to dip the second he blows up another dead rat—ethically sourced, he would like to add, from the independent pet store around the corner—in another experiment gone wrong and gets rodent viscera all over the kitchen table. Look, necromancy isn’t as easy as they make it look on TV. — Or: Wei Ying needs a new roommate. Lan Zhan has a lot to learn about ethical necromancy.

When he opens the door, Lan Xichen stumbles through it, as ungraceful as Nie Huaisang has ever seen him. He smiles at him so widely his eyes crinkle, the kind of smile Nie Huaisang hasn’t seen on his face in years, and says, “Huaisang! Just the person I was looking for! Come in, come in, it’s been so long since we talked.” He grasps Nie Huaisang gently by the forearm and directs him across the room with a hand behind his back. Nie Huaisang and Lan Xichen's first meeting after his seclusion, and the start of something more.

“Close your eyes,” Wei Ying says, and Lan Zhan, surprisingly obedient, does. He takes a piece of the dessert and presses it gently against Lan Zhan’s lips. He notices a gentle crease between Lan Zhan’s eyebrows, at first, before he—and again this is a surprise—opens his mouth to take the bite, lips brushing against Wei Ying’s fingertip. Wei Ying wrenches his hand away, nearly dropping the plate. It’s clearly been too long since he last slept with anyone if he’s having impure thoughts about his coworkers eating food at 3pm on a Wednesday. Or: Lan Zhan and Wei Ying work in the NYC test kitchen for an unnamed food magazine.

Sometimes, in the long evenings, Xie Lian tried sending messages even knowing that San Lang wouldn’t get them, they bounced back undelivered. San Lang, she typed, and pressed “send.” Undeliverable, the message came back.

“Please,” Nie Huaisang said with a wave of his hand, the bangles on his arm rattling like a warning, “tell your man he’s harshing my vibe.” Wei Ying sputtered halfway through a sip of Bubly at the words your man and shot a glare at Nie Huaisang, who cowardly refused to meet his eyes. Nervously, Wei Ying slid his gaze sideways towards Lan Zhan, only to find him thankfully unruffled. He was still sitting rigidly upright, peering down at Nie Huaisang with thinly veiled judgment. Wei Ying was cursed by a growing awareness that agreeing to a last-minute smoke sesh with his two closest friends—one of whom he was in love with, and the other, acutely aware of that fact—was, perhaps, not the smartest decision in his fragile state. ----------- OR; esteemed grad student lwj gets a little bit high and wwx tries to keep up

All he can think about, all that he has space in his head for is Wei Wuxian. Sometimes when he argues with shufu in lectures, Lan Wangji imagines what it would be like to silence Wei Wuxian in other ways. How he would react if Lan Wangji held him with his hands on Wei Wuxian's face and pressed his mouth against Wei Wuxian's. He's always thinking about that mouth—the mole under his bottom lip that sits there like a summons to debauchery. Lan Wangji could press his fingers into it while he thumbed Wei Wuxian's mouth open, he could lick it and bite it. He wonders what it would taste like: sweet, like clementines and honey and maybe a little sour too. Would Wei Wuxian gasp if Lan Wangji touched him like that? Would he hitch forward seeking the friction that Lan Wangji's body would give him? Lan Wangji thinks he has everything figured out with no margin for surprise whatsoever, then Wei Wuxian arrives in Cloud Recesses.

You can’t be too broke to break As a woman Always something left to take Mianmian is the last girl standing in this horror show.

"Did you see Lan Wangji's new video?" "No?" Wei Ying’s been working on editing her Thursday upload, which she's barely going to be able to finish in time at this rate. Wednesdays are her slow days. "Why, did she adopt more bunnies or something? Are her fans growing crazy?" Wen Qing sits next to her on the couch, where Wei Ying has her laptop perched precariously on her thigh. "No. She's started dating someone."

lan zhan takes a deep breath, noting the faint smell of wei ying’s shampoo, of the gathering rain in the air, of the leaves of the vegetables growing around her. lan zhan takes a deep breath and tries to quell the bubbling nerves and sadness in the pit of her stomach. lan zhan takes a deep breath and relishes in the fact that she has wei ying in her life, no matter what form that takes.

“What do you want from me?” Wei Wuxian whispers, too faint for human ears to hear. He knows the man can hear him perfectly clearly. “Let me in,” the man says. — Under the bright autumn moon, Wei Wuxian welcomes a stranger into his home.

There is a low, thrumming danger in Lan Zhan’s voice, like the bass note of the qin, like the note weaved through the foundation of the Chord Assassination Technique, and Wei Ying does his best to suppress the shiver that it sends through him. “Aiya, no, don’t worry so much. Who could hurt me, Lan Zhan?” You, he thinks, helplessly. You could. His eyes sting with tears. His other self really was right when he called him pathetic. -- What if the incense burner dreams weren't all dreams. What if, somewhere, there was a Wei Ying who had to live with that.

Shen Qingqiu gets hit by an amnesia wife plot that selectively erases Luo Binghe from his memories. Luckily, the cure is simple: Luo Binghe just has to make him fall in love all over again.

One day, after five years of reasonably peaceful marriage with only a few kidnappings and sex pollen incidents, Shen Yuan is sent back to his old body without warning. Luo Binghe makes a deal with an alien entity calling itself the System to perform a mission in exchange for the ability to bring his husband home. The mission is simple; [Uncover secret transmigrator plotline and flesh out the character wiki!] At least it will be once he figures out what the words ‘transmigrator’ and ‘wiki’ mean. Or: That one where Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe don’t realize they’re in a domestic fluff bonus chapter.

Wei Ying, carpenter and single parent (he's doing FINE!) goes in for a repair job on a fancy yacht. After the rich-bitch owner of the yacht falls overboard and loses his memory, Wei Ying completely honourably, and with zero ill intentions, swoops in to save the day by lying about their relationship. There's no way this could go wrong. (based on the 1987 movie)

The first time Wei Ying rides her bike past the living room window, Lan Zhan thinks she’s hallucinating. Or perhaps she’s fallen asleep in the daytime. She has never done either of those things, but she has never seen Wei Ying in her neighborhood, either.

A-Yuan stared up at him with beseeching eyes. “I have an ostrich,” he said, “and a bear. Will you do the voices for them, too?” Wei Ying let out a small laugh. “Weren’t you the one who said animals can’t talk?” A-Yuan shook his head. “I like it when you make them,” he said eagerly. “We’ll see,” Wei Ying said, dropping once more to the little boy’s eye level. “I probably have to go soon. Maybe if you ask nicely, your baba or your bobo could do it.” “Please?” A-Yuan said, so politely and so earnestly, Wei Ying wanted to cry. Thus, so distracted by A-Yuan’s pout, and fully expecting to be kicked out any minute now, he almost did not hear it when Lan Zhan asked, “When can you start?” Wei Ying had no style, had no flair, but he was there. That's how he became the nanny!

It was always about survival before. He’s still not used to this, about time: how to exist in it, safe and warm and whole, no ragged edges. (Or: what comes next.)

This is not a love story. This is a story about love. There was a corpse in Wei Ying’s shower. He blinked hard, really expecting something to change (it, predictably, didn’t), and then backed out of the room, never taking his eyes off the way that the blood drip-drip-dipped off the hung toes. The door closed gently behind him.

Luo Binghe wakes up in the wilderness with no memories and an equally beautiful and equally amnesiac man next to him. Knowing only that he's married, he 100% absolutely correctly identifies who his husband is on the first try. A+ work Binghe.

Lan Wangji waits outside the supervisory office when they emerge. Jiang Cheng is as relieved as he is unsurprised, and he is a great deal of both: Wei Wuxian sways at his side. When he stumbles at the gate, Lan Wangji moves wordlessly to take the arm that Jiang Cheng does not hold, steadying him. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says. He blinks, slowly. “You’re still here.” “Yes,” Lan Wangji says.

Lan Zhan is very drunk, but no force in the world will stop him from taking care of Wei Ying.

Marcone sends Harry a client, and the case brings them together in unexpected ways.

Death is banal. It’s boring. It happens every day. It happens to someone else, always, until it doesn’t. One day, it’ll happen to you, too. - Wei Ying, PhD candidate, licensed mortician, and world's second best boyfriend, after Lan Zhan, of course, thinks he knows all there is to know about grief until the sudden deaths of his adoptive parents upend the lives of everyone in their orbit. A study in grief, mourning, and semi-intentional child acquisition.

"You looked the most like you wanted to kill us all,” she says, deadly serious. Lan Wangji blinks. “Not a quality usually sought in a bride.” The Demon of Qishan laughs, and it is utterly unfair for a monster to have such an appealing laugh. Like a bubbling spring or the notes of a dance, wholly at odds with a creature of such darkness. “Oh, you’re funny,” she says, seemingly delighted. War Prize Wangxian, but make it lesbians, with a twist

chinese-american Lan Zhan hate watching antiques roadshow when he can’t sleep

(cw: dubcon, mpreg, memory loss) foxxian escapes lotus pier during a heat and mates with a stranger on the streets in a fit of lust. when he finally returns home, he's already preggie Pensive facePensive facePensive face to make matters worse, he can't remember who the stranger is, or what they look like.

Second year of uni is going great for Wei Ying! Okay, so maybe there’s a growing patch of mould on his ceiling, and perhaps Madam Yu keeps threatening to kick him out of orchestra, but aside from that it’s going fine. The rest of the woodwind section is a bit of a nightmare, but that’s easy to ignore when he spends most of his time in rehearsals trying to catch Lan Zhan’s eye from across the room. For friend reasons. They’re going to be great friends. If only he could figure out why his heart keeps doing strange things whenever he manages to hang out with Lan Zhan. And why Huaisang seems to understand Wei Ying more than Wei Ying does himself. And why one of his professors seems to hate all his bold ideas to revolutionise musical composition. And – Okay, perhaps it isn’t going so great. But there’s still time – and plenty of orchestra rehearsals before the end of the year – to figure it all out.

modern cultivation au where exes wangxian go out separately to tackle the haunts and horrors of the city, both still having the other on speed dial in case of emergency.....

Imagine if Jiang Yanli, Jiang Cheng, and Wei Wuxian had all lost their cores and then the three of them were thrown into the Burial Mounds together. What would they do not just to survive but keep each other alive. Or really what wouldn't they do