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When Nara Shikako stands against the Nidaime, chakra-exhausted and far from home, she doesn't expect to survive. Or: Senju Tobirama defeats a young seal-master in the forest and against all expectations decides to take her home.

The protagonist of a popular anime/manga series, Sawada Tsunayoshi was a completely average boy. Not useless, but not exceptional either until a baby came into his life and told him he was to become a mafia boss. Though originally uninterested, through trial and error he made true friends and accepted his future as the boss of the most powerful Famiglia in the world. This was not that story. (In which our Tsuna was a transmigrator the whole time, and what that changes.)

It takes Reborn thirty-seven bullets, fifteen strange incidents and three weeks of enforced proximity to realize that there's something off about Skull. Unfortunately for his own peace of mind, once he notices it he can't unsee it. And he's not the only one. In which the problem isn't that the Arcobaleno don't see Skull clearly, it's that they do. [It's that Checker Face doesn't.]

"Wei Ying doesn’t want A-Yuan’s first beach to be the weird city kind, full of cigarette butts and casinos and pop-up DJ booths. He wants it to be the kind where everything smells of ocean, and the horizon stretches out forever. Wei Ying wants A-Yuan to know there’s a world out there. One that’s his, if he wants it." Wei Ying and Lan Zhan take A-Yuan to the beach for the first time.

“Zixuan, you’re actually invested in this. Oh my God, you actually want to help me overthrow the school!” Wei Wuxian couldn’t resist teasing. “I don’t want to overthrow the school, much less with you, thanks.” Jin Zixuan sniffed. “I just think graduate students are long overdue for certain rights and compensation.” -- The one where Wei Wuxian wants to start a graduate students' union, Jin Zixuan is a union activist lawyer to-be and unlikely accomplice, Mianmian is the best, and Lan Wangji is a DJ-cum-PhD student who thinks that Critique is a love language.

Lan Wangji meets Wei Wuxian at college orientation. After that, it feels inevitable. + Serial monogamist straight boy Wei Ying meets anti-romantic Lan Zhan. They figure it out. Eventually.

Physicist Wei Ying has always heard music in his head. When his siblings gift him a dizi for his birthday, he decides to make his own: play harmonies and counter-melodies and revel in the beauty of mathematical creativity. In another universe, cultivator Lan Wangji plays Inquiry for the lost spirits, listening to their replies through his guqin and leading them to their final rest. Until he plays and it is not a spirit that responds, but a dizi. — An impossible love story told in dreams, music and physics.

Wherever you go, there you are. It's all about who goes with you.

“I mean, this happens to you all the time, yeah? Getting yourself busted open. Stripping off half your clothes.” Shang Qinghua briefly taps Liu Qingge’s bare shoulder. “Are you just constantly suppressing your urge to mug down with people while they push your guts back in? Like, this is close. No one ever breathes in my ear.” They are close. Close enough for Liu Qingge to elbow Shang Qinghua through a tree trunk. “Mu Qingfang is efficient. He doesn’t breathe on me.”

It came back to him in fits and starts. The glow of the array. The strange heat in-between his eyes. The fan that had snapped in two in Shen Qingqiu's hand. “Move away from him,” someone had told Shen Qingqiu, but Shen Qingqiu hadn’t. Luo Binghe had tried to tell him it was alright. He'd had trouble talking through the pain in his head, but he'd tried. Shizun had already suffered so much because of Luo Binghe. Because he had tried to protect him. He remembered, distinctly, the sharp, clear sound of Xiu Ya being drawn.

Demon Emperor Luo Binghe marries not one but TWO beautiful, accomplished, powerful human peak lords. But with all of the harem intrigue that Shen Qingqiu definitely paid careful attention to while reading Way of the Proud Immortal Demon Tyrant, how will he fare in competition with the proud and beautiful Liu Qingge...?

“My mother,” he begins, and Wei Ying stops in his tearing up of the grass, and tilts his head to listen. This is one of the things about him that makes Lan Zhan’s heart weak with affection: for someone so loud and constant, his ability to go quiet and listen is unmatched. Wei Ying will be careful with the memories Lan Zhan gives him, he thinks. “My mother used to do it for me. When I was small. I sat on her lap and she braided my hair and we watched the trees sway outside the window.” ; Lan Zhan loves and loses and loves again.

Jiang Cheng had practically bribed Wei Ying not to ‘embarass him’ so that he could ‘actually get some studying done.’ All this was to say, they had parted ways on okay terms. They had not been ‘friends’ by any stretch of the imagination. After college, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan don't see each other for a couple of years, or stay in touch. So it's a bit of a (welcome) surprise when Wei Ying sees his old roommate at his favourite kink club. Wei Ying's slept with friends before, in fact, he does it pretty frequently. And, okay, they weren't friends exactly, but they were familiar, and kink with someone you already trusted was always more fun. What could possibly go wrong? Or The modern AU where clans are now kink clubs with their own rules and etiquette and our two idiots decide to pretend they have no feelings for each other whatsoever and are just here for the sex.

“I’m going to kill the Ghost King,” said White Dragon Devouring Moon. “Hmm,” said Xie Lian.

An incredulous "Whoa," behind Lan Wangji yanks him out of his meditative state. He spins around fast enough for his wet hair to stick to his cheek. His eyes widen in horror. On the shore of the Cold Springs, Wei Wuxian stands, half-dressed in his own robes. He holds up Lan Wangji's heavenly robe, the fabric shining like spilled stars at midnight. "Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian breathes, a whole constellation reflecting in his eyes. "What's this? It's so—" ---------- On the night Lan Wangji's mother left, she gave him a divine robe and told him to never let anyone see or take it from him.

Lan Zhan is kissing Wei Ying, and he’s not sure how they got here—here, in a quiet alley, with Wei Ying’s back pressed against the wall, smile pressed against Lan Zhan’s mouth, the warmth of him bleeding into Lan Zhan’s skin—only that it has something to do with six shots of baiju, two bottles of beer, and the person Wei Ying had been dancing with earlier tonight. or; Lan Zhan has been in love with Wei Ying for three years, and has wanted to kiss him for just a little longer.

Wei Ying is just your local plant cryptid who may or may not have an illegal greenhouse. Lan Zhan is from a bougie family of botanists that Wei Ying wants nothing to do with. Until he hears about a rare type of fern, that is.

On the way back home from university, Wei Wuxian stumbles across an unconscious man lying in the middle of the street. Wearing hanfu, and with a sword by his side, there's no explanation for his presence other than LARPing. (There is.) Or: Lan Wangji transmigrates to the future where he's found by either the best or the worst person, depending on when he regains consciousness. [Based on that tumblr prompt: meet cute: it's raining and I see your battered bleeding body lying in the mud and I kick it slightly to see if you're dead]

"We are trying to make the place nice for our guests," Nandor explained. "Yes! We are hosting some overseas students, for 'cultural exchange of ideas and people'. Gizmo found it on the internet. It's going to be delicious," he said enthusiastically.

His soul knows water, once grew strong in its embrace, but this body—Mo Xuanyu’s sacrifice, his gift—has never known currents. This body grew up inland with a well and gentle spring. Over the last year, it has been learning, adapting, and getting stronger every day, but it is not strong enough. For the first time in two lives, Wei Wuxian sinks. — Wei Wuxian falls into a river and discovers he doesn’t remember how to swim.

"Wasabi pea?" Wei Ying offers, holding out a ziplock baggie full of them, when what he had meant to say was, Be my fake boyfriend, pretty please? So he may have panicked. Just a little. - After a disastrous first date with one very persistent Xue Yang, Wei Ying calls in a favor with musician, soccer player, minor local internet celebrity, and (maybe?) friend, Lan Zhan. A 2gether AU! But a loose one, so you don't need to have seen the show to read this :)

“I just—I could be better,” Wei Ying says finally, face cast in dusky half-shadow. “I just feel so stuck sometimes, y’know? If I could just—shed this body—” He cuts himself off. After a beat of silence, he twists his neck sharply, easing the tension, and the sound it makes is like that of the fried gristle he had ordered for lunch the day before, tendon and cartilage crunching wetly beneath his teeth. “You know what I mean, Lan Zhan.” Or: after one too many late-night dance practices, Lan Wangji realizes that something is very wrong with Wei Wuxian.

Basic medicine and sanitation are simple. During the Warring Clans era, they become revolutionary.

The crowd on this trip includes Nie Mingjue’s best friend, her once-frenemy-turned-girlfriend-turned-ex-turned-ex-and-acquaintance-slash-friend-ish, and two very good sex friends, one of whom is the little sister of the aforementioned best friend and probably Nie Mingjue’s other best friend, not to mention the other friends and acquaintances trickling in and out. Even if Mo Xuanyu and Meng Yao had nothing to do with each other, it would be stupid to add another layer of complication to that by making moves on Mo Xuanyu.

Sent down from the Heavens to investigate a batch of lost and stolen souls, Wei Wuxian must rely on his new-found roommate Lan Zhan to help him navigate the mortal realm. But the enigmatic Lan Zhan has his own agenda... Will Wei Wuxian solve the case before he is discovered to be an immortal?? (No.) Aka the casefic where angel!WWX and demon!LWJ end up as roommates.

They’d dug their livelihood out of the ashes and it had almost started to feel like home, a little place just for him and the Wen refugees he’d found. Never quite safe, though. Wars leave all manner of ugliness behind them, and this little world don’t have room in it for a demonic cultivator, a not-quite-dead man, or anyone surnamed Wen. Once they’d gotten to where they didn’t have to fear starving, Wei Ying had thought about longer-term survival, and turned his eyes to the stars.

“Do you—” Quan Yizhen started, and then on the other side of the room Pei Ming started up his jackhammer, so he waited, bouncing on the balls of his feet, and then said all in a rush, “doyouknowHuaCheng?” Xie Lian blinked. “You know—him?” she asked, in case 'San Lang' was some kind of private name, a secret code just for her. She liked the thought of that. Quan Yizhen shook his head vigorously, his curls bouncing. “No!” he said. “But Yin-ge said you were with him at Home Depot and you left together!” Xie Lian stared at him. One of the employees that had helped her a few weeks ago had been called Yin something, she was pretty sure, but that’s about as far as she could follow what was happening here. “Yizhen, if you don’t know Hua Cheng, why is this… notable?” “He’s famous. Or like. The bad one. Infamous. I thought—” His eyes gleamed. “I thought maybe you fought him.” + Retired (read: disgraced) famous boxer Xie Lian meets a helpful stranger while at Home Depot attempting to fix her collapsing roof.

A self-recorded interview with Groom #1, Wei Ying, 34, "Mr. Looking for An Adventure." The morning of the wedding. Wei Ying is in a hotel bed, his long hair in disarray as he looks directly into the screen. Wei Ying: "Good morning! It's my wedding day! I'm so nervous! I have, like, so many expectations, you know? And at the same time, I have no idea what to expect. I mean, by the end of the day, I'm going to be married, and I have no clue who I'm even marrying." (Pause. Wei Ying licks his lips nervously, smile dropping off a little bit.) "What if he doesn't like me? What if I'm a disappointment? I mean, listen, I know I'm a catch, but you just never know, do you? And what if he's a disappointment? What then?"

It was too much, too quickly, but Lan Zhan nodded. If he was to make another mistake with Wei Ying, it would not be the same one he made before.

Lan Wangji holds out his hand. “Wei Ying, you will be amazed at just how much red tape the Reapers cut through.” Or, a Mass Effect AU