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“If you’re going to get married,” Jiang Cheng ground out, “then you’re going to damn well get married at Lotus Pier.” Wei Wuxian blinked once. Again. Then: “what?” Or: the one with sibling reconciliation, brother-in-laws from hell, and Jiang Cheng trying to sort through his feelings while acknowledging them as little as possible.

In which Madara is a little too late, Tobirama is a little too early and, as usual, nothing ever goes as planned for Shikako and Sasuke, accidental time travelers and trouble magnets extraordinaire.

It's not easy to be the parent of a teenager. It's definitely not easy to be the parent of a teenage superhero. It would probably be at least slightly easier, however, if Jefferson Davis actually knew that he was the parent of a teenage superhero. A post-canon Spider-Verse fic in which Jefferson and Miles determinedly fumble their way through a loving father-son relationship, despite recent family losses and ongoing daily struggles. Jefferson Davis just wants his son to be okay.

Wei Ying first hears about the ball over dinner. "They're trying to marry off Second Prince," Fourth Uncle says, through a mouthful of stew. "There is going to be a ball, for all the gentry." "Everybody who's rich and titled, who's got a son or daughter the right age, will be invited. Second Prince will pick someone out." "He's probably very stuffy and full of himself!" Wei Ying snorts. "I pity whoever has to marry him!" (In which Wei Ying, a fugitive from justice, sneaks into the palace, steals from the imperial family, and eats his words. AKA, yet another Cinderella AU.)

[image of teenage!Sizhui treating reincarnated Wei Wuxian with respect] this kid is like.....the only character who isn't treating the protagonist like trash good for you kid. Good for your parents ... [image of bb!Sizhui with his dads Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji] this show Played me and I thank it everyday

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan breathes, at 7pm on a winter’s day. Behind him, the bus pulls away. (Or, Wei Ying goes back to the place he'd sworn he'd never return to again. Lan Zhan is right there waiting for him.)

Some amazing book dedications: To James: For his unwavering support And to me without whom this book would not have been possible

Wei Wuxian inhales the pink-colored potion fumes wafting out of the cauldron. "Whoa, this smells just like Lan Zhan's shampoo. Why are you guys brewing Lan Zhan's shampoo?" Jiang Cheng chokes. "Nobody tell him," Nie Huaisang whispers.

Jiang Cheng stared at him. “How are you this dense,” he said flatly. “Wei Wuxian. The common people aren’t scared of you, they’re scared of your husband." “My what,” said Wei Wuxian.

A rogue alchemist, desperate to restore the alchemy of the famous Fullmetal Alchemist, pushes Truth into playing a new game - one that has Edward Elric waking up on the floor of his house where a transmuted abomination should have been, just in time to save his younger self and brother. He might have a chance to do everything again, now, though...He would never hold anything but bitterness for the title of 'dad,' but maybe an older brother could make things better.

Ya know how in Watchmen, Dr. Manhattan exists in all times at the same time? That’s what watching this felt like. I am both in 2020 and 2005. Who is this intrepid time traveler??? Vid of a woman telling a story of someone not wearing a mask

He is lungfuls of ash and char-edged smoke; he is the skeletons the fire leaves behind. Broken glass. Blood in the sand. He’s remnants, now. Fragments of the consequences. That’s all.

It hasn’t even been a full day since he's been back in Lan Zhan’s company and already Wei Wuxian knows he’s been wrong. Turns out it really is quite easy to pretend he’s content with what he has when what he doesn’t isn’t right in front of him, as steady and wonderful and unattainable as ever.

“What have you done to Wei Ying?” Wei Ying—the thing living in Wei Ying’s body, the thing that walked and talked like him but couldn’t quite get the smile right—grinned, even as Bichen hovered just below his chin, a streak of light against darkness. “Nothing,” he said. “I’m the Yiling Laozu. Haven’t you heard of me?” - Wei Wuxian is possessed by resentful energy, and Lan Wangji brings him back.

Yan Xiyan - Binghe's 67th conquest - never lived up to the expectations placed on her shoulders when the long-awaited Celestial Fox Demon arc started in the novel. The readers and the author quickly forgot about her the moment the wedding was finished and she was never mentioned again. This should have made Shen Yuan's transmigrated life smooth-sailing, allowing him to disappear into anonymity, to live his new life freely in the safety of Binghe's harem. But life is full of surprises, eh?

“I’m so sorry,” Wei Ying says, all in a rush. “That was meant for Nie-xiong, I swear.” A tiny line appears between Lan Zhan’s eyebrows. “You meant to propose to Nie Huaisang?” “Propose to—no! No, I meant to propose to you, obviously, but not like that.” Like that, Lan Zhan mouths.

"Are you each other's beards?" Wei Ying guesses, mostly joking. Lan Zhan says, "I don't know what that means." Wen Qing says, "Yes." Then, to Lan Zhan, she says, "It's what we're doing." -- What's even better than attending the wedding of someone you hate? Being the bartender at the wedding of someone you hate.

陳情; chén qíng to give a full account 後記; hòu jì epilogue; afterword A post-series fic that takes off from the last scene of episode 50, and ruminates on some unanswered questions. Wei Ying and Lan Zhan take a road together once more, and for once it is (mostly) at their leisure.

“Today,” Hua Cheng announces, barging into He Xuan’s disaster of a room, really another realm fit for Eldritch monsters with the way his eyes refuse to focus entirely in the glow of He Xuan’s four million black-shaded lamps, “gege kissed me. On the cheeks. Both of them. Are you listening?” “I could’ve been masturbating,” says He Xuan. “Your dick is small enough that I wouldn’t notice, I’m sure. Like jacking off a little peanut.” “You—” Pretending to date Xie Lian is a lot like gambling. Roll on, slot machine. Roll on.

Zhao Yunlan watched as the Black Cloaked Envoy jumped out from a portal in a swirl of dark energy, his blade at the ready. With his cloak billowing dramatically in the wind, the Envoy nodded at Zhao Yunlan as he strode forward, before promptly tripping and falling on his face. AU where Zhao Yunlan meets the Black Cloaked Envoy before meeting Shen Wei and nothing is as it appears.

I hope you find your new role as Head of the Institute as rewarding as captaining the Tundra, wrote Elias Bouchard, to Peter Lukas. There are so many people working there: all with their own interesting lives, and all desiring your attention and support. I'm sure you will relish the challenge it will bring and enjoy every moment spent with the fine men and women of the Institute. In time I'm confident they'll become like a family to you. The Magnus Institute has a new boss. The Magnus Institute also has a new tech support technician. These two facts are unrelated, except they both happen at the same time. Meanwhile Jon's woken up from being dead for six months and for once he's trying his best. He just wishes Martin would stop avoiding him and answer his messages...

There is something building within Lan Wangji, no matter how desperately he tries to stifle it. A slow, burning desire which flares every time he catches a glimpse of black clothing, every time he hears the sound of a carelessly amused voice, every time their eyes meet and hold, and hold, and hold until he can barely breathe with it.

There were those who understood men like Governor Kodos well enough to know what was coming and they made plans. But how long can they survive when the Federation doesn't believe the rumors of famine and genocide?

“Sit down,” the doctor said. He took blood, three vials filling up dark red. “Any medical conditions?” “No,” Dom said, and then his mouth kept going and said, “What if I want to volunteer for bonding?” The doctor peered at him over the glasses. “Do you want to volunteer for bonding?” It hung in the air. Dom felt it like a noose around his throat, squeezing. Twenty-five to life. “Yeah,” he said.

When Spock chose Starfleet over the Vulcan Science Academy, he had not anticipated cohabiting with the most illogical, irrational, emotional human he ever met. On the flip side, Jim never asked for a Vulcan chaperone, especially one as snotty as Spock, son of Sarek. A Starfleet Academy AU in which Spock adapts to human life, Jim learns very, very quickly never to play a prank on a Vulcan, and there are far too many people after Jim Kirk's life.

In which Merlin and Morgana meet at a support group for people with superpowers, and accidentally start a chain of events that nearly destroys the world.

Officially, Adam had two jobs: a mechanic and a barista. Unofficially, there were dark alleys and horny men and fast money. It’s enough to pay the bills but he doesn’t have any regulars. Until Ronan.

While working a psychology internship, Myde is given the challenge of analyzing Ienzo, a mysterious patient who spends his days writing on the walls of his hospital room. But when the story of 'Zexion' and 'Demyx' starts to sound familiar...

Jenova's legacy, living on through the Sorceresses, means that Squall has an unstable Seifer on his hands as well as another impending apocalypse. He doesn't know what to do with these awkward people claiming to be ancient warriors brought back to fight an alien menace, and really, maybe paperwork hadn't been so bad after all.

Peter Parker has his company, more money than he knows what to do with, and the echoes of a ghost in his head. Johnny Storm's lost his family, his home, and is clinging to the remnants of his old life. -- "I’m here with you. That’s not nothing, right?” “No,” Peter agreed. It definitely felt like something, all the way up here with Johnny so close they were almost touching. Peter looked at him, at the full lips set in a slight frown, the sharp curve of his jaw, the way his hair fell across his forehead. He fit all the dazzling lights around them, warm like sunshine even in the middle of the night. “Beautiful,” Peter said before he could stop himself.