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Lan Zhan is glaring at him. That's probably fair. The last time they'd seen each other, Wei Ying had been digging through Lan Zhan's garbage. They'd made eye contact over the shredded bags, the week's trash scattered around him like stinky, oversized Lego. Lan Zhan's eyes had been wide with horror, and Wei Ying's had been equally wide with feigned innocence. He'd reached out slowly, maintaining the eye contact, and then flipped over the food waste bin full of onion peel and carrot skin as a distraction and slunk off into the night. Probably not his finest moment. - Modern AU dragon!LWJ meets fox!WWX.

Hey so the trolley problem is dumb because the real person at fault for any of the deaths is the person who designed the trolley without an emergency braking system, the people who put in the purchase order for a trolley without an emergency braking system, the people who approved a PO for a trolley without an emergency braking system, the people who delivered a trolley without an emergency braking system, the organization that inspected and certified a trolley without an emergency braking system,and the operator who did not make a huge stink about being assigned to a trolley without an emergency braking system. Whether you pull the lever is irrelevant, because a whoooole mess of people fucked up for you to be in that hypothetical situation. Seriously, like, as a professional engineer, I find the premise of the trolley problem offensive. Cause like, so many safety regulations have been violated that it's just... insane. "But, Cody, what if there was an emergency braking system, and it failed?" Failure to perform regular maintenance and inspection. So, it's still someone else's fault. "What if maintenance and inspections were done correctly, and it still failed?" Some engineer somewhere failed to design a failsafe with the necessary redundancies. Again, it's someone else's fault. "What about sabotage?" The saboteur is obviously to blame. "What if it's just a freak accident?" Once again there's that engineer failing to place redundancies. ... Maybe the real trolley problem was the OSHA violations we made along the way.

“Are you done playing around?” Knowing that’s not what either of them actually wants, Wei Wuxian reaches up to tickle under Lan Wangji’s chin. Soft little scritches, coaxing motions—Lan Wangji is weak to all of them. “You know what I want,” Wei Wuxian purrs, reaching up on his tiptoes to throw his arms over Lan Wangji’s shoulders. “Call me gege, won’t you? Call me and I’ll stop.” (or: five times Lan Wangji paid special attention to Wei Wuxian’s interest in being his gege.)

Wei Wuxian wakes up in Mo Xuanyu's body and heads straight for Lotus Pier. Wu Yingtai is the newest member of the Jiang Clan and rumored to be the future wife of Jiang Wanyin. Lan Wangji is not in love with her.

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(Spoiler: not a speck of seduction was involved. The Crown Prince to the Empire came fully seduced long before Concubine Mo was even called Mo Xuanyu, not that anybody else needs to know that.)

Each year, Gusu Skating Club runs a camp for only the most elite athletes of each region. This year brings a new skater from the Yunmeng Club who wears skates lined with red and a smile made for war. He skates like a demon. - Figure skating au featuring lots of healthy rivalry, pre and post-competition bonding, and an inexplicable fall from grace through the eyes of the media.

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“Huh,” Wei Wuxian said finally. He was staring at the guy’s face, lips parted. “He’s kind of…” he tilted his head. “Hot?” “Don’t you dare,” said Jiang Cheng, “try and sleep with the random hobo we found sleeping in a haunted fucking cave.” (Reincarnation has its pitfalls.)

"Who do you think your betrothed is?" Wei Wuxian asks, sprawling out in front of Lan Zhan and enjoying the prim thinning of his lips at the question. He shouldn't be sprawling—they're in the library, for one, and Lan Zhan is studying, for another—but he can't help himself. Wei Wuxian is a sprawler. "I do not believe this to be of importance," Lan Zhan responds, without turning his gaze away from his book. "What!" Wei Wuxian sits up. "How can you say that? Of course it's important! This is the person you'll be with for the rest of your life, Lan Zhan."

Wei Ying considered knocking on a nearby door and asking whoever opened it to be his cat-rescuing buddy. Then he saw a flash of light in the distance through the drizzle. A white-clad cyclist came skimming quietly along the street like a very fast ghost. “Hey!” called Wei Ying. “Excuse me!” _ The cat-stuck-in-a-tree meet cute. Or: a rare occasion where Wei Ying’s hero complex doesn’t kick him in the teeth.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says. “Don’t you think this tree looks familiar?”

just had the lethal idea for a modern au where wwx is in the same class as lwj and, obsessed with him as he is, is like holy fuck this guy has NEVER spoken to a woman before. i HAVE to help him get laid, out of the goodness of my heart. he must be SO afraid of the fairer sex

In which Yuuri spends a 25 hour flight next to Victor Nikiforov, skating legend, and feels it might simultaneously be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.

Victor speaks seven languages. (Physics isn't one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major.

Hours later - Victor belatedly remembered that there was such a thing as time zones when he woke up to his phone vibrating by his ear - Yuuri sent back Hello（〃・ω・〃） Victor read the text, stared, then buried his face into one of the couch pillows for all of four seconds before he fumbled with his phone and texted back. Or; Victor meets Yuuri in a bathroom. They hit it off from there.

In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his 'Cinderella' Yuuri. (And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he's doing). “The crown prince of the Nikiforov kingdom, infatuated with a mystery pastry chef he’s only just met. This is exactly the kind of scandalous love story my life has been missing… So, what’s he look like? What exactly is Prince Victor’s type?” “…Sweet.” “Well, he does make pastries."

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’ A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries. Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

“The two Japanese singles medalists make a beautiful pair! Here, at the 2009 Tokyo GPF, we have the start of this power couple’s reign!” Yuuko and Yuuri dominate the singles skating competition as Japan’s power couple—except they aren’t a couple, and when their old skating idol stumbles into their personal life, everything rapidly goes downhill.

“Look, Lan Zhan told me, and I paraphrase, ‘to have fun with it’.” “Uh-huh,” Nie Huaisang says with perfect skepticism, befitting someone who had been friends with Wei Ying for the last ten-odd years. “What did he actually say?” “‘I trust your judgment,’” Wei Ying says. “Tragic,” Nie Huaisang says, shaking his head. Lan Zhan hires Wei Ying to build a website, but fails to email Wei Ying any designs. Wei Ying decides to have a little fun with it and gets in over his head.

Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans. “I’ve been made aware of your recent break with Celestino Cialdini, and would like to offer you a trial period where you train under me, in St. Petersburg. There are only three conditions: you will board with another one of my students, you will take ballet with Madame Baranovskaya, and you will help me coach Yuri Plisetsky, who refuses to listen to my criticisms of his spins.” Yakov nods at this point, leans forwards and looks Yuuri in the eye. “I will charge no coaching fees.” With a deal like that, even if it means he has to face Viktor again, Yuuri has no choice but to agree.

AU in which Yuuri still doesn’t remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor at the World Championships, and has absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly friendly and incredibly handsy. Does Yuuri care about his reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov. Basically this is an excuse for total fluff. And porn. And shit-talking with bonus smut. (Edited for accuracy.) Happy birthday, Victor. ~~ Victor turned back to him, supernova smile in place once more. “I really, really like you. Promise you’ll still dance with me at the banquet if you take gold this time around.” Yuuri stared at the man. He looked at their entwined hands—he hadn’t wanted to pull away—and their thighs, pressed together despite there being plenty of room in the backseat of the cab. That scent of Victor’s cologne—just a dab, lightly applied somewhere on his neck—swirled around him. This was too real to be a dream, too physical for him to have imagined it. “I’m sorry,” Yuuri said slowly. “But…have we talked before?”

The captain of the football team and the head of the cheerleading squad are supposed to be together. Everybody in high school knows this to be fact. Yuuri, who’s head of the cheerleading squad, knows better than to believe it. He keeps interrupting Viktor Nikiforov setting up Prom-posals for a mystery crush, after all.

Lan Wangji is fourteen when the dying boy comes to stay at Cloud Recesses.

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Lan Zhan blinked, and pushed his wet hair off his forehead as he slid off his surfboard and stood upright. Wei Ying was standing on the beach, holding a pair of sandals and staring out, his sand-covered bare feet carefully out of reach of the actual water. There was a strange, mournful twist to his mouth that faded when he saw that he wasn’t alone, replaced by a warm smile. “Lan Zhan, is that you?” “Mn,” he replied, and walked up to meet him there in the middle of the sand. Privately, he thought, who else would it be? Wei Ying laughed. “I thought so, but I wasn’t sure. You looked good out there.” — the "almost everybody lives in a small beach town" au

“Did you bring wine?” Huan-ge asks, trying terribly hard to be stern. “No, ge,” Meng Yao says, wide-eyed. “Vodka?” “No, ge.” “Whiskey?” “Of course not, ge.” ”A-Yao, you know the rule.” “Alcohol is forbidden,” Meng Yao recites obediently. “I know, gege.” * Two gremlins, agreeing to a cease-fire and forming a pact to survive Lunar New Year at the Lan ancestral home, smuggling in an astonishing amount of alcohol because they're not optimists.

It is a sizable piece of jade, so big that it might even dwarf Wei Wuxian’s stature. It is of an irregular shape, eerily human-like in its form. It looks like someone had abandoned their work halfway through—Wei Wuxian can see the rough outline of a hand, and the etchings of a robe that seems to drape over the body of the figure. What would’ve been the face is still uncarved, but Wei Wuxian can see the shape of the jade, hinting at one. Or: Wei Wuxian, rogue cultivator, dreams of an untouchable jade man.

Two things happen simultaneously. Well, three, but one of them isn’t all that important. (Lies, it is important: it’s probably the sexiest sound Wei Ying will ever have heard, a strangled, whining grunt of confused pleasure and it’s so very important. It just doesn’t register at this moment. It’ll haunt him, though, just you wait. He’s gonna chase that sound for years once he figures out just what the fuck’s happened.) The first of the things he does notice: Lan Zhan goes statue-fucking-still behind him. The second is the fact that Lan Zhan comes in his ass without so much as a by your leave. Wei Ying, mid-railing, suffers through the discovery that Lan Zhan likes being called a good boy. And then he rallies, because that’s what heroes do.

“You type fast,” Wei Ying murmurs, making a futile attempt at conversation while he waits for him to be done with… whatever. “Not to be pushy, but do you plan on fucking my ass anytime soon?” or: wei ying has been thirsting after lan zhan for three slutty slutty years