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(Duty means doing the things your heart may well regret)

When Arya Stark is catapulted back in time to change the course of the War of the Five Kings, afterwards she can't help but be caught up in all the minutia of being Catelyn Snow, false daughter of Ned Stark and Ashara Dayne.

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The hour hand falls upon the fifth hour, and Yoo Joonghyuk dies before the clock can chime in answer.

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In which a crown prince and a commoner, unaware of one another's existence in this seemingly unbreakable time loop, inevitably cross paths.

“I remember the taste of your skin,” he says hoarsely, “and the curve of your lips. I remember the way I looked at you in the dying light of the sun. I wanted to tear the galaxy apart with my bare hands and give it to you, if you would only let me keep you. I wanted to live in your heartbeat. In your blood.” 

When Hiraeth Terai is sent to kill a whore, he assumes the job will be simple. But Damas Kyrion is not at all the usual type of hetairos, and the secrets he holds could burn planets.

As if that wasn't enough of a problem, there's also the way he seems familiar.

So familiar, in fact, that all Hiraeth wants to do is keep him.

Whether Damas agrees to it, or not.

"It was really kind of surprising how easy it was to escape the hell of Pandora just by saying 'hey, I’ve got our insane/dead CEO lodged in my fucking brain! Wanna have a look?'"

Turns out that Jack's not so dead anymore. Turns out that he has more than a passing interest in Rhys for some weird reason.

Slight AU of Tales from the Borderlands - now complete.

"Fuck, this is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of." Wei Wuxian glared at the collection of books on sex magic he had been sure couldn't exist only a few hours ago. "I can't believe I've got to read a bunch of books on how to do sex good enough to be magical. Unbelievable. How did we get ourselves into this?"

"I believe you volunteered."

Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. "I volunteered to save a village from a curse. I didn't realise I was volunteering to save it by doing sex magic."

"The correct term is dual cultivation."

“Do you anthropomorphize all the work you do?”

Wei Ying tips his chin up. “What of it?” he replies, teasingly combative. “I like the romance of treating these magnificent creatures the way they ought to be treated.” He pats the hull again, as though this proves his point. “One day, I’ll have a shuttle of my own. Jump compatibility, the works. I’ll be able to strike out on my own instead of sticking to the hyperspace lanes. Only a few more years and I’ll be able to afford the kit I want.”

It has been three months, two days, eleven hours, thirteen minutes, and fifteen seconds since Wei Ying broke up with him, which is why he is the last person Lan Zhan expects to be knocking on his door at one in the morning.

“Wei Ying,” he says, the name already strange and unfamiliar on his tongue, “what are you doing here?”

“The trains are cancelled,” Wei Ying says miserably, and then looks up at Lan Zhan properly for the first time, if only for a split second. There’s nothing but utter defeat in his eyes. He wouldn’t be here, of course, unless all other avenues of rescue have been exhausted, because it has been three months, two days, eleven – “I have to get home. It’s my sister’s wedding.”

sqh: wait
sqh: you named him. binghe.
sqh: you named our son after the protagonist of my PORN NOVEL
sy: IT'S HOW WE MET!!!
sqh: but—dude—
sy: IF YOU WANTED HIM TO BE NAMED SOMETHING ELSE YOU SHOULD HAVE NAMED HIM YOURSELF

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cumplane dads au, now on ao3 for your reading (or re-reading) pleasure.

AU in which right after Shen Qingqiu self-destructed as a final act of kindness to Luo Binghe in Huayue City, the resulting clash between his qi and the recoil from Xin Mo affected the SYSTEM. In order to troubleshoot itself, it prompted Shen Qingqiu to accept a one-time filler event. Then it dumped Shen Qingqiu in the middle of his apartment, in his old life as Shen Yuan with zero cultivation for the next three days. And it brought Luo Binghe with him, too. Motherfucker.

    The SYSTEM was down. Shen Qingqiu was in his own home, in his own very frail human body, with zero cultivation, and with the protagonist he literally died for in his bedroom. They were stuck together for three days.

    Three days.

    Well. Who needed the circus? He was the entire act by himself!

Wei Ying is a normal first-year college student. He lives with his parents. He gets good grades. He has friends. Or a friend, at least. Everything is going well, at least until a stunning man in hanfu with white hair manifests right in front of his eyes on a field trip. Suddenly he’s stuck introducing a sword spirit to the modern world, dealing with a mystery involving metal shards appearing all over Jiangsu province, and grappling with the possibility that Siri from his old phone might be sentient.

What’s a normal first-year college student supposed to do under these circumstances? He dives right in, of course.

A collaboration with the amazing HellingLaozu!

Lan Zhan is — a friend. A guy. That takes the pressure off, knowing they’re doing this as friends, that Wei Ying doesn’t have to perform. And, he’ll admit, it’s flattering that Lan Zhan wants him. The guy is gorgeous. And when he said "I know how to please a man," in that deep, silky voice of his —

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Straight boy Wei Ying enters a friends with benefits arrangement with his gay roommate and best friend, Lan Zhan.

It absolutely doesn't awaken anything in him.

Though the Cultivation War ended nearly two years ago, Wei Wuxian and the Wen Remnants are barely surviving. When Wei Wuxian hears of a Marriage Competition for Lan Xichen's hand, the solution becomes obvious: go to the Cloud Recesses, get Lan Xichen to fall in love with him, and save his family from certain death.

Wei Wuxian is clever and charming, and becomes fast friends with the First Jade. Everything is going well, but for one small problem: Lan Xichen's angry younger brother, who occupies far too many of Wei Wuxian's thoughts.

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canon divergent au about wen disciple wei wuxian, marriages of convenience, and falling in love with the wrong person.

The whole thing is over in less than ten seconds. Streaks of missed liquor continue to drip down Wei Wuxian’s jaw and neck after he is done, glistening in the bright galleon moonlight. Crumpling the can, he spins his sword in his hand, the quicksilver challenge flashing like his eyes.

Clear as Clarity, the thought cuts across Lan Wangji’s mind with the first clash of their rapiers together: this absolutely cannot last.

 

Teenage Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are ghost-hunters dispatched on a routine Haunting.

A curse has taken hold of Mo Manor, so to speak, and it's driving everyone batty. Lan Wangji is tasked with breaking it and ends up a little bit haunted himself, not that he's complaining.

Okay, that's not entirely true. He didn't expect that finding the man of his dreams would involve quite so many rabies shots.

The moth spirit, Wei Wuxian, cultivates to human form because of Lan Wangji and searches for him across every one of Lan Wangji's fragile human lifetimes.

In an effort to be reunited with Black, White gets a spell done that should reveal his soulmate with a red thread.

Seven years later, he finally gets back to Thailand, and finds out that the person on the other end of the thread isn't who he expected.

There is a water stain on the ceiling.

It’s entirely possible that there’s more than one, as run-down and decrepit as this inn is, but Wei Wuxian can’t stop staring at this particular one, dark and gloomy-looking and shaped sort of vaguely like bulbous, fat mushroom. There’s just something about it. Something inside him is saying: this is not a good place to be. Something bad will happen here. He must leave, immediately.

But he’s just being ridiculous, Wei Wuxian reasons. No one’s actively trying to kill him or take him hostage or threaten him right now. He’s in bed with a roof over his head and a full belly from last night. Really, what’s the worst that could happen? He’s already died once before, and look what had come of that.

In which Katsuki Yuuri fights a losing battle with chronic anxiety, the quadruple Salchow, and his own judgment four drinks in — but wins the war.

"Best press conference ever," the Japanese Nationals silver medalist says when asked. “Ten out of ten, would medal again.”

"I would die for Katsuki-kun," Minami declares, with terrifying sincerity.

Katsuki Yuuri jerks when Victor pulls the table cloth up and slams his head on the table, sending everything on top of it rattling for a second. Katsuki Yuuri who is very, very pretty with his hair pushed back and his brown eyes that stare up at Victor behind frames that are slipping down his nose. Katsuki Yuuri who is currently on his knees, more or less in between Victor’s legs, and directly at crotch level.

“I can explain!” Yuuri says.

(Or: in which they meet at the NHK Trophy before Sochi, Yuuri loses the triplets and Victor finds something better than gold medals to chase after.)

It's hardly a secret that Victor Nikiforov is a massive player.

(In which Yuuri doesn't blow the Grand Prix Finals the first time round, does blow Victor, and everything changes but ends up the same.)

“Back then,” Yuuri asks. “Did you love me?”
The cigarette hangs low, tucked between Victor’s lips. The end glows steadily orange, devil eyes on a coal-black night.
 
(Some ghosts of your past you leave well alone.)

(Or: the powered assassins AU in which betrayal comes first, forgiveness second, and love was always somewhere in the equation.)

“I’m a garbage monster,” Yuuri tells Phichit, staring at Viktor through the glass walls of the lab. Viktor has not been in the same room with him since what the denizens of the lab are now calling The Belle Isle Incident. “He looks at me and he thinks dumpster decomp and swamp. I hate my life.”
“You’re a very pretty garbage monster,” says Phichit, watching a centrifuge work. “A garbage monster he wants to fuck.”

Yuuri Katsuki is a dime a dozen CSI with the Detroit Crime Lab who has never had a conversation with Detective Viktor Nikiforov that did not end in disaster. He's beginning to think that the entire universe is conspiring to make him a fool in front of handsome blond detectives. The universe is doing nothing to prove him wrong.

“I’m lucky,” Red says, on repeat.

(Red’s mother is Bridget, soft and sweet. Red’s mother has never hurt her.)

Yuuri dies in a tragic accident -- and wakes two years in the past. He can't go back home.

He has to decide whether he wants to live it all over again: Sochi, the Grand Prix Final, Viktor...

Viktor, who doesn't know him.

Before Wei Wuxian can say he will join Jiang Cheng and attend the Wen indoctrination, a letter describing the burning of the Cloud Recesses reaches Lotus Pier.

Realizing the danger to the Jiang sect, he decides to stay behind to help with the defenses and keep his sect safe. While he agonizes over the fate of the disciples sent as little more than hostages, he upgrades the wards of the Jiang sect to stand against the inevitable Wen army.

Lotus Pier will survive, and Wei Wuxian changes his own fate and the fate of the Sunshot Campaign.