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John Watson was ripped from his life and thrown back into a London where he's never existed, in the body of an eight year old child. In the struggle to get back his place in the world he becomes part of the lives of homeless children, street kings and a man like him, the once DI Dimmock. But what will he be in the life of the singular Sherlock Holmes?

Shang Qinghua didn't really expect his hot neighbor to ask him out, and he definitely didn't expect a second chance after he literally died before responding. He least of all expected that second chance to be delivered by a demon lord.

“Can’t we just," Nicky waves his hands through the air a little bit like a magic wand and a whole lot like a bad dance choreography, “hold hands and Expecto Patronum this musty bitch back to hell?” Andrew glances down at sleeves that are woefully free of hidden blades and have been for years, and clenches his fists instead. “Jesus Christ. It is with all the confidence of the last twenty years that I say my life would be unquestionably better if I had never met any of you.” “Yeah,” Neil agrees. “Expecto Patronum is for Dementors. Riko is clearly a Boggart, we need to hold hands and Riddikulus his ass.” Woefully free of knives, and of any memory of ever tracing the scars that loop Neil’s skin. “I take it back, Neil can stay. The rest of you are on thin fucking ice.”

“Stranger, dear stranger,” says Wei Ying, teasing, “save this humble one some face, hm?” “That would require having face to save.” “Is that an insult? Are you insulting me? This is the best day of my life.” “It is an observation.” The stranger gestures at their masks, in a bitchy way that Wei Ying is growing to understand is just his Natural Way Of Being, like he’s pointing out the fact that they’re both wearing masks and thus have no face to save, you fucking idiot. After three years away at boarding school, Wei Ying returns home to a masked ball.

“Ooo,” he says, turning the stand towards him. “‘Card-bored for cardboard ensemble,’ that’s original. Might as well write a dedication with that title.” “You’re not even in music,” Jiang Cheng hisses under the background of voices arguing. Nie Huisang raises an eyebrow and pulls out a French horn. In the front of the room, Wei Wuxian’s voice rises. “I’ve never seen you use that,” says Jiang Cheng. “I’m a man of many mysteries.” Wen Qing turns around. Her rubberband and cereal box guitar creaks ominously in her hands. At her glare, the two of them fall silent just in time to hear Lan Wangji say, cool as a cucumber: “It is no wonder that Wei Ying never writes for real instruments, since he can barely write for ones of his own creation.” Nie Huisang looks like Christmas has come early. “This is even better than I imagined.”

In which Lan Wangji attempts to reconcile who he thought he would be with who he is.

The first time Hanguang-jun descends upon Wei Wuxian’s hunting grounds, he does so in a cloud of mist and music. Modest, Wei Wuxian thinks drily. He tucks his flute back into his belt, wipes his bloody hands down the front of his robes. The monster’s already lying incapacitated at his feet, and really, it was simple enough for someone as non-divine as himself. There is no need for a god here. Still, he has found himself in the presence of a god, and so he must lower himself. ‘My Lord,’ he says, bowing deeply, mockingly, as Hanguang-jun’s feet come to rest not-quite on the forest floor. or: wei wuxian is a disgraced demigod who has estranged himself from the godly sects. he lives as a common traveller and wants nothing to do with the gods. but for some reason, hanguang-jun just keeps on seeking him out.

Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan had dreamed of founding a sect together, that is until Xingchen heard what happened to his shijie. The two then decides to put their little dream on hold as they care for a pair of tiny hands between them, protecting the little boy with a sunshine smile as best as they can. Alternately; Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan adopted Wei Ying after his parents' death.

Lan Wanji was never told the details of his parents' story. Now that he has discovered his own desires, his life's goal is to keep Wei Wuxian from finding out. But life is cruel and truths get revealed at the worst possible times.

The boy lifts the torn collar of his shirt and Clark sees a symbol that is so familiar he doesn’t even recognize it, like he wouldn’t recognize his own face if he saw it—like he doesn’t, for a moment—but Kal-El does not care about the symbol or the face, Kal-El cares about the boy.

The Yiling Patriarch hummed. "You would like some of my plants?" he asked. A rhetorical question, of course. Lan Wangji gave him a small nod. "I would," he said. "I see!" The Patriarch's thumb brushed against the edge of Lan Wangji's jaw. His fingers curved around the back of Lan Wangji's neck. "But surely you are willing to pay for what you've stolen." Lan Wangji resisted the urge to moisten his lips, but he allowed himself to swallow. The Patriarch's eyes locked onto his throat. "What does the Patriarch ask as payment?" (In which Wei Ying is Tam Lin, Lan Zhan is Janet, and they must both fight their way to freedom.)

Thirteen years are by no means that many, but that’s how many it’s taken for the Yiling Patriarch and his deeds to become things of legend—sometimes gossiped loudly in tea shops, and others whispered among friends, to escape his wrath should he be listening and decide to come back to the earth. Thirteen years later the Yiling Patriarch, Wei Wuxian, is a legend, and as so happens with all legends, only a sliver of his stories holds any truth. or the one where Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian get fake-married for convenience in the Burial Mounds and thirteen years later everyone is still talking about the terrible vengeful Yiling Patriarch and his wife, the best doctor of the fallen QishanWen Sect. Wei Wuxian just wants people to stop assuming things about him—like that he’s straight and married when he’s clearly not. Lan Wangji is right there.

As always, he arrives with no forewarning. One second, Lan Sizhui and the others are struggling against the hordes of resentful spirits created by some villagers’ accidental disruption of an ancient burial ground—far more spirits than had been initially reported, far more than they had been prepared for—and the next, he’s there, striding fearlessly into the mix, the sound of Chenqing piercing the air. Or: A meditation on family and the merits of communication, courtesy of Lan Sizhui.

Lan Wangji did not know what he was doing. He did not know what he was going to say. He was frozen in place, puzzling over the situation. Maybe he had made the man uncomfortable, which is why he wanted to leave? But his tone had still been so friendly—maybe… “Would…” he paused, swallowed, forced the last words to come out of his suddenly parched mouth, “would you let me pet him?” ------------------------------------- Lan Wangji, who doesn't know how to socialize and whose icy demeanor scares everyone away, lets down all his defenses when he meets the bunny next door...oh, and also its owner, Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian travels to Lanling for his nephew’s one-month celebration alone, without Wen Ning. Lan Wangji lives with the consequences.

“I mean, yes, an entire family disappearing and vanishing cultivators aren’t ideal,” Wei Wuxian says, waving his hand. “But being out here! Investigating a mystery! Mortal peril, even! I mean, Lan Zhan, imagine — it’s been months since someone last tried to kill me — ” Lan Wangji flinches. --------- Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji investigate a disappearance.

Divine beasts sometimes fall in love with humans. Half-divine beast most often than not. Dragons always. Wei Wuxian visits Cloud Recesses when he receives the first 'hail' of who will become his mate. At least, he is determined for them to become mates. But life does not flow as the river, it is a meandering stream easily disturbed.

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Jin Ling's birth is the happiest occasion of Jin Zixuan's life. But every gold spoon has some rust: Wei Wuxian has taken up residence too. However, Jin Zixuan has a fool-proof plan to get Wei Wuxian out of his life for good: he's going to find him a spouse. And he's got the perfect person in mind: Nie Mingjue. Lan Wangji has resigned himself to losing the love of his life without saying a word.

If you’ve ever believed me in anything, believe I want what’s best for Jin Ling, the first line of the letter reads. Jiang Cheng has to stop and take a moment before he continues on to the next line: You must come to Carp Tower as soon as you can and lavish praise on the ugliest dog I’ve ever seen.

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As a Sentinel Wei Wuxian is constantly scrutinized by the cultivation world. He usually doesn’t mind but when Lan Wangji labels him as a threat Wei Wuxian is pushed into proving he’s more than his designation in order to befriend his unwanted rival. As Guide Lan Wangji needs to be in constant control to ensure that other people’s emotions do not overwhelm him and to keep his own emotions from influencing others. This control is challenged when he meets Wei Wuxian, who seems to break down every one of Lan Wangji’s barriers.

Wei Ying believes in fate and fairy tales. A lonely hopeless romantic, he loses himself in fantasies of a man who comes into his workplace every morning. But after a series of events leaves the man in a coma and Wei Ying as the hero who saved him, a miscommunication leads the man’s family to think Wei Ying is his unknown, brand-new fiancé. Wei Ying means to clear up the miscommunication—until he meets the man’s brother and decides to stick around for just a little while longer. To be fair, Wei Ying didn’t expect to fall for a beautiful stranger—and Lan Zhan certainly didn’t expect to fall for his brother’s fiancé.

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“So you're just going to stay in Lan Wangji's house and pretend to be a sexbot for 30 days?” Jiang Cheng asks flatly. Wei Wuxian quickly pulls his phone away from his ear and holds it at arm's length, just in time, because even from this distance he can hear Jiang Cheng yelling loud and clear: "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?" -- Wei Wuxian is a programmer who sells androids used for sexual pleasure. When an old crush, Lan Wangji, walks into his shop, Wei Wuxian decides to make the delivery personally - only to be mistaken for the sexbot he was supposed to deliver.

I hate hate HATE all those 2edgy 4me theories about kids shows. Like Angelica dreaming up the rugrats, or the ed, edd, and eddy children being ghosts, or literally anything that takes a lighthearted and fun kids show and has to turn it into some tragic take of rape or murder or misinformed mental illness. So you know what? From now on I’m gonna do the exact opposite. Every cool grim-dark show is now because of a bunch of children. To get us started: Game of Thrones: A middle-school DnD campaign with the most angry, vindictive DM who has promised to kill everyone’s player characters (and their family) by the end. The Walking Dead is actually a bunch of kids playing zombie apocalypse in their neighborhood and every time someone “dies,” it’s because their parents called them home for supper. Breaking Bad is actually just a fanfic the students in Mr. White’s class write about him because no one has any idea what he does with his free time and the running jokes about it got wildly out of hand.

Wei Wuxian leaves the Burial Mounds with a brand new power, but the resentful energies have so corroded his mind that he's forgotten - many things. The name of the cultivator in purple, for example. The reason they hate their enemies so much. All he knows is how he feels about them. And there's this one cultivator in white that makes him feel - something else. Wei Wuxian is pretty sure he knows what that something is.

“So,” says Jiang Cheng. “You’re in love with Hanguang-jun, and now you think your roommate is hot.” “Lan Zhan is objectively good looking,” Wei Wuxian says immediately. He runs through the rest of the accusation in his head and frowns. “And I’m not in love with Hanguang-jun.” Jiang Cheng’s eyebrow ticks. “Yeah right,” he says. “Tell me that once you’ve stopped flirting with him every time you’re assigned to the same hit.” (Or, while Yiling Laozu and Hanguang-jun are rivals as assassins, Wei Wuxian falls in love with his roommate, Lan Wangji.)

Wei Ying was not formally considered a Jiang until it became necessary for a Jiang to marry a Lan as a guarantee of political alliance. Today, he is to marry the enigmatic Second Jade of Lan; tonight, according to custom, they will consummate the marriage. Or: Wei Ying and Lan Zhan look for affection and care under the shadow of formality.

"Sooo pretty" doesn’t really do it justice: it's the most beautiful human being he's ever seen. The jade-like pale skin. The cheekbones. The lips. The eyes, oh heavens, those eyes, and the insane waist-long hair. Wei Ying has studied art for a while now, but really, it all pales in comparison. In which Lan Zhan is a patient, Wei Ying is a volunteer, and there is some falling in love.