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Lan Zhan is jostled slightly and he turns in his seat to see a harried-looking man squeezing in next to him. There isn't an empty seat there, and the bar is quite crowded. "Sorry," the man says, sounding out of breath. "I know I'm all up in your business, I'll move, I promise, I just—" He blows his breath out. "I'm going to lose this seat next to you, that dude over there has been eyeing it, and it's mine as soon as this guy leaves."

Forgive me if this is the wrong place to post this. I am not used to this type of forum, however I am unsure where else to turn. Let me present my situation. _______ A short tale told in Reddit posts in which Lan Wangji asks the internet for bedroom advice.

“I brought snacks!” Xiongzhang announced cheerfully, his forehead ribbon set at a jaunty angle and a manic flush to his cheeks, holding two baskets in one hand at an odd angle. Lan Wangji braced himself for embarrassment. “And I thought you might want some extra oils.” He turned, taking in the sight of Lan Wangji curled up against Wei Ying, both of them still clothed - despite Lan Wangji’s best efforts — and Wei Ying’s hair still tightly bound up in his guan. “You haven’t slept together yet?” Xiongzhang slumped, pouting in disappointment. “Wangji, I thought you were excited about this.” Or, Lan Wangji deals with pre-wedding nerves poorly, a certain Jin patriarch is overinvested in wedding consummations, and Lan Xichen channels Amy Poehler in Mean Girls.

Mianmian keeps trying to fix Wei Ying up with her friends. One night, Lan Zhan decides to do something about that.

It starts with a harmonica, rabbits and a stranger standing in Wei Ying’s tattoo parlour. He asks for a sun over his heart and a dizi player, blue gentians and calm waters over the scars marring his back. And Wei Ying? Wei Ying tries his best to pretend he hasn’t seen it all before.

She introduced herself in the food court, breathless after sprinting across it in Lan Zhan’s direction and vaulting over a table only to crash into the seat across from her, ask, “Can I have a sip?”, spring forward with both elbows on the table to wrap her burgundy lips around Lan Zhan’s smoothie straw, wrinkle her nose, and say, “What is that, kale? Not really my thing, as like, a mall goth. Oh!” A pleased, chaotic exhale. “My name’s Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan said, after taking a moment to fully process the last forty-five seconds, “What?” or; mall goth au

Wei Ying might be an alpha but that doesn't mean she doesn't want to get fucked and knotted sometimes, okay? So, after buying herself a knotting dildo, she sets out to make her dreams come true. Unfortunately, the dildo gets a little... stuck... Luckily, her roommate, Lan Zhan, is home to lend a helping hand!

Gently, Lan Zhan says, “You can start a garden. It’s a good time to prepare, winter is ending.” “Fine!” Wei Wuxian cries dramatically. “I guess there’s no time to think about it. The seasons have forced my hand.” “I look forward to your harvest,” Lan Zhan says, smug. Or: post-canon wangxian start a garden by the jingshi.

“It doesn’t hurt badly. Just a little.” Wei Ying hoped that her voice sounded normal, but it was hard to tell because she currently couldn’t remember what her voice usually sounded like. It was always this high, right? “Good.” Lan Zhan nodded her approval. Then, she moved her hand, so it rested on Wei Ying’s neck, thumb stroking her jaw now. Wei Ying swallowed hard, which Lan Zhan would be able to feel. “Why didn’t you move?” Lan Zhan’s gaze was hot on her face and oh… she knew. Whatever Wei Ying had told her… She knew and this was her way of… “Lan Zhan…” Wei Ying pleaded. She already knew, why did she want Wei Ying to confess to her horny obsession? Lan Zhan watched the flush spread out on Wei Ying’s face, travel down her neck and chest. But the look in her eyes told Wei Ying that she wouldn’t back down. “Tell me.”

The weight of that gaze on him feels almost tangible, so much so that he has to suppress a shiver. He offers Lan Zhan a little smile and a wave, and Lan Zhan nods his head at him, making his way over to where Wei Ying sits. “Wei Ying,” Wei Ying says to introduce himself. “But, ah, you already knew that. And you’re Lan Zhan. And we’re…” going to fuck, goes unsaid. --- Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are meant to spend their heat/rut together to help it pass without any risk of pregnancy. They meet and decide they have other plans.

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Since he was a child, since Lan Wangji had first become aware of his own alienating effect on others, he has long resigned himself to a loveless marriage. Perhaps even a companionate one, so long as his partner was agreeable and unbothersome and let him have his own space. He could not have even begun to predict Wei Wuxian. (A canonverse arranged marriage fic.)

You love him, you do, and here’s the miracle: he loves you too. You are allowed to lick off the colour from his lips to listen to the hymns in his pulse to bask in the sunlight of his voice You are allowed to have him. You love each other, you do, and here’s the tragedy: it’s not enough. You are allowed to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out You are not allowed to save him. —you can love him, but you can’t keep him

Wei Ying chokes out a strangled laugh. She clicks her phone off and pulls her legs up to her chest. She sits in the middle of her half-made bed, her tangled comforter bunched up under her. She isn’t horny, Wei Ying thinks. She doesn’t need to get laid. She…takes care of things! She’s self-sufficient! Huaisang is projecting, probably. Wei Ying should ignore them. She has a flu, that’s all. What else could explain the dull ache in her muscles, the twitchiness, the leaping flame of her temper, the squirminess, the longing for touch, the…oh. Oh. ☾♡☽ Wei Ying is sexually frustrated. Wei Ying is in (unrequited) love with her best friend/roommate, Lan Zhan. These things are absolutely not related.

The Darkling's tent was large and ominous and quite a distance from the cartographer’s tent, but Alina ran to it, slamming up against the oprichniki at its entrance instead of a proper stop, breath thready and voice high with exertion. "Please," she said between great lungfuls of dusty air. "I need to see the Darkling." "You don't belong here, Shu bint." The urgency running through Alina's very blood coiled around itself, an anger boiling in her veins that she pushed away, willing it not to dull the momentum of her singleminded mission. "It's about the Fold," she breathed, frustrated, muscles singing with exertion. She pulled out one of her maps from the last month out from underneath her arm, shaking it in the face of the closest oprichniki. "It's shrinking." Two months before Mal and Alina are charted for their journey across the Fold, Alina enlists the help of the Darkling when the Fold begins to shrink. One Shadow Summoner-- and a Sun Summoner who has practiced her power every night since youth underneath thin duvets.

Sequel to "LWJ's Big Dick Agenda". Following their tryst in the library, Wei Ying is invited back to Lan Zhan's apartment for more sex. All does not go according to plan. But then, they say, the course of true love never did run smooth and this also applies to the course of securing full and permanent access to the finest dick Wei Ying has ever seen. The effort is not without rewards.

Wei Wuxian examined his jittering nerves and admonished himself to feel less. Five years, five years had passed since all had been given up: engagement, relationship, friendship, acquaintance, all severed, all carved away and discarded. How absurd to be once more wracked with emotions which should never have been nurtured in the first place! ~*~ A Persuasion/Jane Austen AU - five years after their broken engagement, now widowed with a child, Wei Wuxian must navigate the re-entry of Captain Lan Wangji into his life.

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Wei Ying is bored. And when Wei Ying is bored, bad decisions seem to follow. Look, he’s very aware of this character flaw, okay? But he’s alone in a hotel room, thanks to a work conference he doesn’t even want to be at, and his mind is wondering what trouble he could potentially get into and the fun he could have tonight. A modern-AU grindr meet-cute

There are times that Lan Wangji remembers, when the Jingshi was frozen into silence; when the days stretched out, endless and empty, a barren expanse; times when Lan Wangji felt himself frozen into silence. Sizhui and Xiongzhang helped, but they inevitably left and then it crept back along the edges of the house like frost. But now, his days are filled with Wei Ying. No matter what happens, Lan Wangji cannot regret that. Winter in Cloud Recesses, a mysterious curse, and the shadows of the past.

Lan Wangji looks down at his own hands, steadying himself. It is easier to think clearly when he is not looking into Wei Wuxian’s eyes. He takes the scroll from his pouch. “Research has uncovered a method,” he says. He does not mention the forbidden nature of said research, nor does he elaborate on the method itself. He will not venture to speak it aloud. He hands the scroll over. Wei Wuxian looks at him for a long moment as he takes it, and Lan Wangji holds his breath, waiting for him to decide. Waiting to see if he is at least interested enough in the possibility of a new core to read it. He is. He does. Lan Wangji might be relieved, if not for what comes next. Lan Wangji offers to help Wei Wuxian develop a new golden core via dual cultivation. He struggles to keep his feelings in check.

Title: The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir Chapter: 001 out of 513 – A Strange Dream (1) "I can’t accept this! I can’t! Even as a ghost, I'm going to spend eternity cursing that your relationship will shatter like glass! Break apart like a pair of mandarin ducks that fly away from each other!" The second female lead spat out blood as she faced the sky and shouted.

“Xie Lian?” Xie Lian’s heart stutters in his chest as his eyes go wide. He knows he shouldn’t be hearing that voice. And yet, there’s no mistaking it. Slowly, he lifts his gaze from the glass counter in front of him and stares in the direction whence the sound of the voice came. Standing at the entrance to the jewellery store is someone Xie Lian never expected to see again, no matter how often and how ardently he hoped that he would. “San Lang,” Xie Lian says. Or; Xie Lian and Hua Cheng break up. A year later, they meet again.

Lan Zhan dies two years before canon and promptly wakes up in the library at Cloud Recesses right across from Wei Wuxian, napping facedown in a pile of copywork. He has a lot of questions. Is this the afterlife? If it's not, then is he alone with his memories? And most importantly, what does he need to do to keep his soulmate alive this time? Wei Ying did not stir as he knelt down by the desk. It had been so long since Lan Zhan had seen those beloved features and even longer since he’d been allowed to either get or stay this close to Wei Ying. He looked so different from Lan Zhan’s memories; apple cheeked, clean, and relaxed. Lan Zhan clamped both hands over his own mouth to stop the pained noise that threatened to escape him. Hot tears spilled down his face as he watched the young, safe, and whole boy sleep. His stomach cramped with the effort of holding the sound in, but he’d sooner die than wake Wei Ying up.

Trapped in another universe, Sasuke and Shikako decide to go to hero school until they find a way back. The idea was that as hero students they wouldn't draw unnecessary attention while training. This works about as well as you would expect from a couple of people whose idea of subtle is to fake a natural disaster. -or- How Shikako single handedly eliminated the social stigma about therapy in UA High School.

“I’ll help,” Lan Wangji says. “Hey, Lan Zhan...” Wei Wuxian unfolds his leg and gives his foot a playful kick. “I told you to think about it! This means I’d be here for a long time, taking up your time, your space, your peace. And I can’t pay you! I have nothing of worth to give. It isn’t as simple as-” “I’ll do it,” he says again, more forcefully this time. “You don’t have to give me anything.” Wei Wuxian looks away, hiding a small smile. Doesn’t he know Lan Wangji would do anything for him, by now? Doesn’t he understand that he holds Lan Wangji’s life in his hands? - POST-CQL Wei Wuxian comes back to the Cloud Recesses to ask for Lan Wangji's help with his new golden core. Together, they learn how to communicate, how to ask for things, and how to touch each other. Their relationship develops in between quiet dinners in the Jingshi, meditation sessions, core training and a lot of Lan Juniors speculation on whether or not they're actually together yet.

Ted Lasso: Schrodinger's Witch. Or, the one where AFC Richmond are leading the Premier League table, and Trent Crimm and the rest of the British press are slowly losing their minds as a result.

Ten years ago, prior to a career and leg shattering accident, Xie Lian was the world favorite in his field. Nowadays he is content teaching the beginner's wushu class in a small community center, helping toddlers begin to learn their first stances and forms. But a chance encounter one day brings him back in contact with the true sport he used to love. Is this mysterious martial artist the push he needs to re-enter the ring of competition?