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“Wow,” he says. “Well, in that case.” He leans against the counter and looks at his quiet apartment. The thing is: he was always going to say yes. He has no impulse control and he’s always good for a laugh and he’s kind of lonely. And since he knows Lan Zhan would never want to actually date him, he might as well take what he can get. “In that case,” he says a little more firmly, “I’m in.” So that’s how it starts. The worst, best thing to ever happen to Wei Ying.

"Don't you think," Counselor Lan says, and Wei Ying has to stop his brain from thinking about how incredibly attractive the man's voice is. "You're a little young for this kind of responsibility?" "No, I don't." "Sizhui needs a stable home environment, and someone with the emotional maturity to meet his psychological needs." "All do respect, Counselor," Wei Ying says, smiling his sharpest smile, "I'm his foster parent. Not you." AKA Wei Ying fosters a troubled, teenage Lan Sizhui and Lan Wanji is the guidance counselor who was the only one ever on his side.

Lwj really should've known better. It had been a stressful week (read: month) at work and one of his gujin strings had snapped this morning. Amidst the chaos, he must've forgotten to eat or drink or ignored some other need so his body had finallly forced his shift into a rabbit.

Eduardo says nothing, because they're only the half-human children of the gods, and what are those worth? Greek heroes are what the universe uses to pick its teeth.

THE GREEK GODS ON GRINDR ok before I do this I would like everyone to know that I 100% respect the hellenistic deities and the religion and also I am Sorry

“I think something brought you here, Lan Wangji!” Wei Wuxian grins and leans against the wall. “Call it what you will. Fate… destiny…” “A sword.��� “I’ll give it back,” Wei Wuxian says, ignoring him. “On one condition!” Lan Wangji looks pained. “What is the condition?” Wei Wuxian points at him with the iron cooking pan. “You take me to Yunmeng for the Lantern Festival.” Or: Wei Wuxian is locked in a tower. Lan Wangji finds him.

Lan Zhan stands there in his immaculate, cloud-patterned Lan robes, watching him calmly, one fist tucked up against his back. “I am betrothed.” Wei Wuxian blinks. “Are you…” He tries to laugh. Again, it sounds inhuman. “Is this about last night? Are you mad at me? I only remember some of it, Lan Zhan. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I’m sure whatever I did I was just—” He gestures uselessly. He remembers being warm in Lan Zhan’s lap. He remembers fitting snugly in Lan Zhan’s lap. Wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck. Nosing at his jaw. “…playing around.” “This has nothing to do with you, Wei Wuxian.”

It's a self insert fic. You know the drill. Featuring a grumpy protagonist who wants mochi, clean socks, and to maintain possession of their life and eyeballs in that order, a troll-dad sensei who's genuinely trying to understand the pint sized weirdos he's been saddled with but isn't sure where to start, and two team mates who are honest to god twelve year olds who canonically didn't mature until after the handy dandy time skip. Where, please, is the unsubscribe button, because I'd like to request a different afterlife.

Of all the ninja villages in the elemental nations, Konoha treats its ninja the best. Community and respect form the basis of Konoha's culture. The privileged few who form the military backbone of Fire Country are afforded rights and treatment unmatched anywhere else. They are given training, resources, and support that most other ninja can only dream of. Konoha is, without a doubt, the best place to be born into the elemental nations. Unless you are born to the Hyuuga branch family. Premise: The main character is a person from our world familiar with Naruto lore reincarnated as Neji's identical twin. The butterfly effect is in full force. Focus: Interpersonal and familial relationships, with a heavy emphasis on the power of loving relationships to help one survive abusive situations, mental illness, and physical trauma. Most of the story is about character's connections to one another and how those relate to surviving life as part of the branch family. Content Warnings: The story delves deeply into abusive traumas and crippling injuries. Individual chapters have relevant warnings. Graphic sexual violence will *not* be a part of this story though, and is only referenced abstractly.

Yuuto Shigaraki, the First One for All User, gets knocked forward in time before he can pass on his quirk. Trapped in a much darker future where One for All never brought forth salvation, he rescues a young Izuku Midoriya from human traffickers. A boy with an uncanny resemblance to his older brother. Without an ID, lacking any money to feed his newly adopted child, and still determined to be a hero, Yuuto launches an exciting vigilante career stealing from organized crime. He makes one mistake: he assumes everyone from his past would have died of old age by now, including his older brother. So he doesn’t try particularly hard to hide his identity…or Izuku’s. OR: A centuries-old feud between brothers is about to turn into an epic custody battle over Izuku Midoriya, the son of All for One and nephew of One for All—with the fate of Japan hanging in balance.

The thing with musical prodigies is that they're soloists, and soloists play alone. He doesn't want to play alone anymore. - "A summer guest lecture series? Oh, very nice. I wish I could sit in on that." "Do you also play the piano?" "Not even a little bit," says Wei Ying cheerfully. "But I'm sure you'd have a lot of thoughts on musicality that would be relevant regardless." "Oh," says Lan Zhan. He seems to be searching for something else to say. "I believe it is oversubscribed," he says finally. "As it should be," says Wei Ying, and does not tell him that he has all of Lan Zhan's albums downloaded onto his phone, listened to over and over when he's on a train, a plane, waiting for a taxi, has followed his career since he overheard half a Mendelssohn when they were fifteen.

Wei Ying, virgin and noted heterosexual, gets hit with a curse of an unusual nature on his 30th birthday — through physical contact, he can read the minds of others around him. Enter Lan Zhan, hot former rival and current coworker, whose true thoughts about Wei Ying are nothing like he expects. (A loose Cherry Magic AU)

“I’ve been thinking,” Wei Wuxian said casually, “of going to the next discussion conference.” “You mean the meat market?” said Jiang Cheng. Wei Wuxian frowned in confusion. “What? Isn’t the next one in Gusu?” “It is,” said Jiang Cheng. “And it’s going to be swarming with people trying to marry Hanguang-Jun.” Two years after the Sunshot Campaign, Jin Guangyao is dead and the cultivation world is at peace. Wei Wuxian is settling into his new life as a farmer, slowly ridding the Burial Mounds of resentful energy. But when an errand takes him back to Cloud Recesses, he finds Lan Wangji in a bizarre predicament.

It was only when they arrived at the airport to meet a group of his coworkers and Wei Ying told them cheerfully, "Hey everyone, meet Lan Zhan!", only when — luckily! — Lan Zhan went to the weigh-scales to once again weigh their baggage because he was just like that, only when Gina said, "Oh, how romantic!" that Wei Ying realized that he was, in fact, a little bit screwed. Because only then had he remembered that maybe he’d told his coworkers at several office parties that Lan Zhan was the love of his life.

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“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says, soft and familiar. Only one other person has said his name like that, like honey dripping from honeycomb on a warm summer’s day, golden, glimmering. Like there’s something sweet between each letter, something secret. or; Wei Ying isn't quite sure how to exist in a world without Jiang Yanli. He's not sure he wants to.

Lan Wangji moves his hand across the console and gently winds his fingers around Wei Ying’s wrist. “I will not leave you." Wei Ying laughs quietly. He doesn’t meet Lan Wangji’s eyes. “No,” he whispers, “I guess you won’t. It’ll be you and me and the endless space and stars, sweetheart.” At the peak of the Sunshot campaign, Wen Ruohan's greatest weapon goes missing. At the Cloud Recesses Flight Academy, Lan Wangji meets a new student by the name of Wei Ying.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s head tilts, and he looks at Kim Dokja almost curiously, like a house cat watching a flock of doves beyond a glass window pane. “I used to think that you made me behave in a way that is unlike myself, but lately I’ve begun to think that what you do to me is exactly how I’m meant to be.” another post-epilogue fic, wherein kim dokja may or may not need a bigger hospital bed

A once bright future crumbles to dust around Wei Wuxian's feet when a stranger turns out to be his mother's legal husband, de-legitimizing his birth and leaving him with few options but to accept a contract with his one-time classmate: prince and heir apparent to the imperial throne, Lan Wangji.

Yibo waited as the initial fervor died down, then stepped forward, because he was nothing if not professional, and part of his job was to interact with and assist the talent. Clutching his clipboard to his chest, he adjusted his headset and joined the fray. He knew he would have to sooner or later, and he might as well start off on the right foot. Elbowing his way only slightly to the front, he looked up and nearly swallowed his tongue. Okay, so maybe Wenhan had been onto something there. OR, against his will, drama PA Yibo ends up falling for the star. Dammit.

“Stop mothering me,” Wei Ying protests. “Why don’t you ever listen?” He scowls at Wangji, but then the lure of the clean water is too much; he sits grumbling and strips off his vambraces and loosens the collar of his robes and wipes himself down in the steam. Wangji sits on a stool and watches him, and after a while Wei Ying slaps the rag into the bowl and glares back. “Are you going to sit and stare the whole time?” he demands. “You want to see me strip naked and give my filthy evil self a good scrubbing, huh?” Yes, Wangji thinks. [This is a story about a horrible war and a beautiful dream; about grabbing happiness where you can find it, and not letting go.]

Wei Ying has a simple enough life - protecting his crew, killing monsters and selling stolen loot. He's definitely not going to be dragged into the hidden aftermath of a war and save his natural enemy. Right?

No matter how she tries to word it, the question is going to sound terribly awkward. Even if San Niang is the most trustworthy person Xie Lian knows, she might decide to simply hang up and go back to sleep. “I wondered… I mean, since then I have been wondering if maybe what Shi Qingxuan was suggesting might not be entirely out of the realm of possibility,” she rushes through this as quickly as possible, squeezing her eyes closed as she speaks. “I don’t really know how to judge what I’m, um, supposed to feel.” “About… women?” San Niang says, posing the question tentatively. “Yes,” Xie Lian says, breathing it out. “Oh,” San Niang says, just as softly. “Okay. Um.”

Wei Wuxian is living an ordinary, mundane life while wishing for adventure. When a bet leads him into the magical land of Gusu to search for a fallen star, he finds way more than he bargained for. Instead of a hunk of space rock, the star is the most beautiful man he's ever seen and he's being chased by shadowy forces who want to steal his heart. As they journey together through the strange land, they meet walking corpses, sky pirates, terrifying witches, and a few legendary monsters. Wei Wuxian learns more about his heritage and forgotten past, and discovers that he is also being hunted. At least he's not in danger of losing his heart... or is he? A Stardust AU featuring: star LWJ, oblivious WWX, eternally grumpy JC, and a peanut gallery of irritating ghosts.

Post CQL Lan Wangji adjusts to life as the chief cultivator alone. Well almost. A new rabbit comes to warren, a natural giant. But she’s alone. And so Hanguang-jun embarks upon a noble quest to find her a mate between his duties. (and breed more huge rabbits and maybe fill the hole in his chest just a little in the process). Miles and miles away, Wei Wuxian comes to terms with his feelings about himself, the world and Lan Zhan with every letter he writes. When he hears of the quest, he deems a giant rabbit a suitable courting gift. If only he could find one. A story of love, loneliness, introspection, and rabbits.

The first time Lan Zhan knew he was in love with Wei Ying, he’d just been on the receiving end of the sharpest receipt of his life. “Shit,” he swore, reaching up to grasp his jaw, massage the place Wei Ying had slapped. Shit, he thought, watching Wei Ying fight anger-fear-regret off his face. “I’m sorry, Lan Zhan, it was a reflex. Did I hurt you badly?” He was too far away, Lan Zhan remembers. He kept hovering a few steps back, wouldn’t come closer to Lan Zhan, bouncing on the balls of his feet automatically, as if still ready to spar, or to run. It was Lan Zhan who’d botched the stunt, who’d caught Wei Ying much harder on the back with the steel chair than he’d intended; it was only right that Wei Ying had slapped him in response, and yet he was the one apologizing. — Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are A-list wrestlers at the largest sports entertainment wrestling company in the country, World Cultivator Wrestling, and a major championship tournament is about to begin. Things do not go according to plan.

Lan Wangji meets Wei Wuxian, rogue cultivator and disciple of Baoshan Sanren, and Lan Wangji is simultaneously annoyed and infatuated with him. “You are not here to be entertained,” Lan Wangji bites back. Wei Wuxian has the nerve to laugh. “I’m not here to learn either, I already know everything we’re going to be taught in these lectures. If you’re not going to entertain me, I’ll entertain myself, gege.” “Wei Wuxian!” Lan Wangji yells, barely maintaining his composure as his ears flame red. Wei Wuxian’s laughter rings through the Cloud Recesses and breaks about a dozen rules. “Call me Wei Ying, Lan Zhan, we’re going to be best friends!” Wei Wuxian replies, tugging at the sleeve of Lan Wangji’s robe with two fingers in a scissoring motion before he runs off in a flow of white robes and inappropriate laughter.

He turns them over in his mind. Jiang Yanli and the Jin clan heir. His father and mother. He and Wei Wuxian. What they are. What it means. The dancing lights that materialize when they touch. The music that seems to hang in the air between them. Their golden cores. Pairs of cultivators. Zhiyin. Zhiji. Zhixin. Soulmates. Lan Wangji understands now why his sect, his uncle, had been so ashamed of it. Why they do not speak of it in the Cloud Recesses. His father’s soulmate was a woman who killed Lan sect cultivators. Jiang Yanli’s soulmate is a man who does not want her, who does not even like her. And Lan Wangji’s soulmate is the most disruptive, undisciplined, loud-mouthed troublemaker the Cloud Recesses has ever seen.

Lan Wangji was happy to lead a simple life in his uncle's book store, ignoring the cultivation world and its politics, but then a rogue cultivator stuck him with a curse that turned him into an old man. His journey to find a way to break his curse quickly led him to the feet of a certain tower walking through the hills near Qinghe and into the life of the famous and feared Yiling Patriarch. Lan Wangji was thrown into a new world, where he met with fierce corpses, resentful energy, petty grudges, and maybe even ... love.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says, quick and just a little bit pleading, the unspoken you will have to absorb the resentful energy trailing along behind. “I’ll be all right, Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian gently frees his hands, picking up the dizi from where it had fallen to the dirt. “And if I’m not — well, you’re here, aren’t you?” It’s meant to be a rhetorical question, but Lan Wangji nods, his jaw set. “Wei Ying, I am always here.” (Or: a return to the Burial Mounds.)