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Tom is determined to reclaim his past. Ginny is just as determined to change his future.

So the basic fact of the whole mess is that the #NSA Dom/sub real ppl only thing? It only worked up to a point. And it's his own fault, he's not ashamed to admit that. Getting attached to a sleazy online Dom was maybe not the best idea he's ever had. Rhys is a barista, and Jack is an asshole. Jack smacks into his life like a wrecking ball, and everything is entirely accidental from that point on. But then again, he can't say he's not having fun, because okay. He totally is. It also helped that Rhys really wanted to get laid, and in that respect Jack was a god in all but name.

You know when you wake up one day and want to play a game you haven’t touched in years, so you look up a guide, only to find that you can’t? Yeah, this is that. Self-Insert OC.

At a summer resort where the pool water glistens, Neil Josten finds himself.

“And here you are,” Yibo agrees. “What’s next?” Xiao Zhan shrugs. “Another flight, further out. A ship if I can sign on to one.” He grins at the thought, then peeks at Yibo. “I don’t suppose you know a crew who’s looking for a mechanic? I’m good with my hands,” he says, wiggling his fingers. Yibo raises his eyebrows and Xiao Zhan feels his ears turn hot. “Why not a ship of your own?” Yibo asks. Xiao Zhan snorts. “I didn’t cash in that much.” “You might be surprised,” Yibo says, and Xiao Zhan deflates a little. “And you were doing so good at not being a salesman,” he says resignedly, and Yibo grins. Xiao Zhan leaves the quiet, stable life of a shipyard mechanic for adventure in the stars; adventure finds him after the third drink.

Lan Wangji gets emotionally blackmailed by a toddler. It somehow fixes everything. “You two act like young parents with their first child,” Granny said after Lan Wangji ended up with Wen Yuan sleeping against his chest once again. “Not wanting to let him go or hear him cry.” “Aw, but Granny, don’t we make a cute couple with our little one?” Wei Ying teased, tipping to the side to lay his head on Lan Wangji’s unoccupied shoulder. Granny reached over and pinched Wei Ying’s cheek while Lan Wangji tried to pretend his heart wasn’t suddenly trying to pound out of his chest at how close Wei Ying was.

The rumors have been going around for weeks now. Even Lan Wangji, who never pays attention to gossip, has heard it, filtering up through the rafters of the store to where he sits in the alcove, digging through the books of magic. The moving castle is back, they whisper, in low voices, in the bookstore his brother runs. On the hills above the city, there’s a castle that crawls like a centipede, made of black brick. Smokes pours from its chimneys. He’s here, they whisper. Wei Wuxian. The demonic cultivator, in his moving castle, roaming around the Yiling Wastes. Howl's Moving Castle AU

Joan Watson has an open invitation to play Moriarty's game, should she feel so inclined. The problem is that someone else is playing a much more dangerous one. A package arrives by bike courier, the contents are alarming, and all the best laid plans for the final elimination of Moriarty's enemies start to fall by the wayside. There is a traitor within Moriarty's organization, and the traitor has his scope set on Holmes and Watson.

"Shaw has information that we need, and we need him alive to extract it," Moira says, and there it is: the job is on the table. Extraction. XMFC/Inception fusion AU. Erik is an extractor, Alex is his point man. They're assembling a team to go after the most dangerous mind in dreamsharing: Sebastian Shaw. But unless Alex and the team can keep him in check, Erik's desire for vengeance might just rip the whole job apart around them -- and then there's the shade that haunts his dreams...

At Nie Huaisang’s Halloween party, Wei Ying hits on noted heterosexual Lan Zhan. Successfully.

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Without a family, without his friends, without his people, and without his kingdom, there was only revenge and the strongest desire to protect the remainder of what had been. In this world, there were no Gods--only Fate that toyed with people and useless Heavenly Officials. If you truly wanted power--the power to protect what is important--you should not walk up to become a god, but head downwards to become a ghost. In which Wei Wuxian is a Devastation ranked ghost. Nearly a thousand years of pining and three lifetimes. Enjoy!

Aikawa Toshiro has lived a life before this one, and he's gotta say, even his previous healthcare system wasn't as bad as the absolute metaphorical SHACK it was here. After being a child soldier (not great, wouldn't recommend) in a war that took far more than it gave, he's decided to do something about it. Life beget change, and if Konoha was so frequently likened to a tree, shouldn't it be expected to grow? Then there's Inu.

wangxian au where wei wuxian shitposts an ad to be hired as a gremlin boyfriend for family gatherings and lan wangji replies to him, seeking his services.

[System: MFR 1.0 available, would you like to perform system and hardware update now? ] Yes No With a wave of his hand and a huff, Shang Qinghua accepted the update without another fuss, hoping to return to sleep’s embrace before morning came as much as it can on the winterlands of the North. He hugged the extra pillow Mo Beijun had kindly permitted him to have to his chest, mumbling into the soft silken but cottony fabric. The system’s confirmation reply dinged cheerfully in his head. [System: Thank you for your continued patronage! Installing MFR 1.0 software and hardware update now, we hope you enjoy your new experience ☆～（ゝ。∂）]

Shen Yuan transmigrates earlier, meets Su Xiyan, and somehow gets tangled in a love triangle with both of Luo Binghe’s parents.

It was impossible for anyone to remember every little quirk of this setting. There were too many. Also, Shang Qinghua had come up with some of them on a whim while fueled by nothing but caffeine and noodles. It wasn't his fault for not remembering why oranges were never served on fruit festival day.

"I would still lay down my life for you. And do you think you deserve your freedom? No, I don't think you do." A survivor's guilt, and his rescuer's guilt. A victim's guilt, an innocent's guilt, and the perpetrator's as well.

In which Shen Yuan found himself accidentally added to a group chat full of xianxia nerds who referred to each other as martial brothers, made shady refining pills, and hunt for demons. Reading the chat was quite an entertainment, so as long as he doesn't get involved, it will be fine, right? Inspired by novel/manhua of the same title.

"You can't tell me Young Lion was enough of an idiot to agree," Yamamoto says. Reborn snorts. "When the Ninth asks, you answer." There's a moment of silence between them, as well as an unspoken, "Or else." The assassin-on-vacation – because there is no such thing as "retirement" in the mafia – sighs. "I am not his guardian; I don't speak for him." It's the best that he's going to get right now and Reborn knows this. He tilts the rim of his fedora to the man anyway, in a mirror image of what he'd given the brat's actual blood parent. "For starters, that's enough. Ciaossu." ― Chapter 6: 01. derailed plans left careening in our wake Reincarnation is not always a blessing. A butterfly beats its wings, and a hurricane forms halfway around the world. (Or, What would happen if Sawada Tsunayoshi had an older sibling figure to look up to and be tutored by years before a certain Sun Arcobaleno showed up in Namimori?)

(Even when I can't see it) - Brianna Albers Jaime Lannister is still grinning that false grin at her. Berena stares at him, almost stricken, wishing he’d stop it, and his green eyes flicker like flames and then burn colder. “You can’t imagine how pleased I am to finally meet my bride.” This is not directed at her, but at Ned. She’s not even worth the direct acknowledgement, apparently. This is between them. He loathes Ned- likely for calling for his head for treason and successfully stripping him of his position- and this is the best blow he can strike. You named me a Kingslayer, but it will be your little sister, your honorable flesh and blood, in my bed, Stark. She can feel Ned tense, and unthinkingly, reaches back and grabs his arm without looking at him. “And I,” Berena lies sweetly, shrilly, and with eyes hard as stone, “am so pleased to finally meet my bridegroom, my lord. They speak of you and your valiant deeds from here to the Wall.”

Martin is the proprietor and manager of a very discrete and fairly exclusive brothel situated between Belgravia and Chelsea. Blackwood House excels at special requests and pleasing any client. Except for Jon, who probably has never been pleased a day in his entire life. Despite that, he still comes back. It eventually begs the question: how do you solve a problem like Jon Sims?

She almost smiles, and true alarm starts to build in his chest. “I’m afraid I’m not here for something so small. Professor Roberts has resigned.” “Good,” Draco says honestly, “Would you like a list of suitable alternatives? I know a number of competent potions masters abroad, but then of course you’d have to hire another teacher to act as the Slytherin head. I’m afraid you’ve dried up all the half decent Slytherin Potions masters.” “Not all of them,” she says quietly. He blinks. She can’t be serious. “You can’t be serious.” “Gravely,” she says, “Mr. Malfoy, I am not above begging.” What the bloody fuck. “I don’t even like potions!” ~ Draco returns to Hogwarts. He has a duty to his blood and his name and his house, and he will fulfill it.

Anastasia Musical

The Students of International Diplomacy organization places their pilot program students at a university in the middle of a country on the other side of the world. The SID participants settle into their home for the academic year, not realizing the house is already occupied by intangible residents. One of them is Zhao Yunlan's childhood hero, a mysterious SF author who disappeared fifteen years ago. How could Zhao Yunlan not fall in love with him? Every love story is a ghost story --David Foster Wallace

I’m not actually going to write Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan in the Bin AU universe, but if I were, it would include JZX failboating like this

The phone in Roy’s study ringing on a Sunday evening isn’t out of the ordinary, especially given the month he’s had, but Edward being on the other end of the line definitely is. “Yo, Mustang.”

TMA recs

Wei Wuxian has an idea and makes a talisman. A sexy talisman.