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If Jiang Yanli had ever met Xuanyu, he would have been healed by the touch of her eyes only. She had that way about her. Nie Huaisang did his best work under her, caring for the wounded for that washed up ashore at the fortress that was his home. ➜ Nie Huaisang pov mdzs fic ➜about nhs's interactions with Jiang Yanli during the war, and with Mo Xuanyu leading up to his sacrificial ritual ➜ gorgeous, spare little glimpse into the ways jyl has been an influence on nhs, and the purposes to which he directs the things he learned from her ➜ so good!! ➜ 1k words long

summary: The air conditioned chill of Wei Ying's office gave way to a wall of humid heat as soon as they left the building. The walk to the station was only a few blocks, but the back of Lan Zhan's shirt was damp with sweat by the time she went underground. "So what's the curse, exactly," Wei Ying said as they jammed themselves into a packed subway car. At lunchtime on a weekday during summer break. Lan Zhan steadied herself against the car door. "I believe it's bad luck." "Holy shit," Wei Ying said. "Did she curse you to step on a Lego?" ➤ modern au f/f mdzs wangxian fic ➤ lwj and wwx are academic colleagues; lwj comes to wwx for help dealing with a minor curse ➤ I love the glimpses into their broader world, the way cultivation is a part of modern life, the dynamics lwj has with her family, etc ➤ the way lwj being a poet affects the prose of the piece, and her point of view! ➤ and the dynamics between lwj and wwx are soooo good <3 ➤ 1.7k words in length

summary: In the present, Wei Ying finds himself separated from his family and friends when he travels to help Lan Zhan move into a new home. In the past, Nie Huaisang brings a new friend back from summer orchestra camp. ➤ an #mdzs #wangxian modern au set during the early days of the pandemic in 2020, with flashbacks to 2003 ➤ this fic is everything to me. it's just. so beautiful & good? grounded and present to its settings, seeing its characters with open-eyed affection, funny and heartbreakingly painful-hopeful and so, so gentle ➤ I love how the fic is about many relationships at once - wwx & the wens, wwx & jiang cheng, wwx & whatever he had going on with nhs back in the day, and of course, of course, wangxian. and all of these are vital relationships in wwx's life; all of them make him who he is ➤ a "straight boy wei ying" type fic; I love how compassionately wwx is viewed as he goes through his years-long process of realisation. the fic is never mean-spirited about wwx's lack of self-knowledge. he had a lot going on & was doing his best! ➤ I've read this fic at least 3 times and it hits just right every time ➤ 25k words

Summary: The Institute of Religious Studies was housed in one of the oldest structures at the university, an ornate hipped-roof building that overlooked the campus from the foot of the northern peaks. Aside from the narrow drive that wound up the rise from the other side of campus, the only access was via a steep staircase or a switchbacked path that took twenty minutes to ascend. Most people on campus called it the Mountain. ➤ songxuexiao t4t4t modern au where they're grad students in china ➤ I had the pleasure of getting to see this fic as it came together, and the thought and care verity puts into their writing is always so evident in their beautifully written and beautifully constructed stories! ➤ from song lan's pov as he watches creepy stalker xue yang entwine herself into his bff (and object of pining) xiao xingchen's life ➤ sl DOESN'T trust xy, he DOES find it super hot to put her in her place and have sex with her, he DOES struggle to be fully vulnerable with xxc despite everything she is to him ➤ the vibes are so good, I love how real and present each character and their complex emotions about each other are, and I love the way the theme of the weather runs through the whole fic holding things together ➤ highly recommend! ➤ 12k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>Even from the bar's parking lot, Lan Wangji could feel the presence of the spirits inside. This place was haunted. There was evidence of demonic cultivation everywhere from the wards to Wei Wuxian's bed. Lest he crawl back into it, Lan Wangji unsheathed Bichen and climbed on.</blockquote> ➤ mdzs wangxian modern-with-cultivation au where lwj is a trans man and wwx is a trans woman ➤ and ahhhh it just makes me so emotional about how GREAT wangxian are!!! ➤ wonderfully integrated characters/plot into a world they inhabit where friends and work and weird tastes in books are part of their lives, and also, lwj and wwx find each other and are immediately obsessed with each other, finding something in each other that allow them to best be themselves ➤ so many very funny details also, at the same time that it's many feelings ➤ 10k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>The most shocking thing about Ghost City was how modern it was. Billboards! Traffic lights! KFC! Xie Lian could never get over the demons taking pictures of street food. The first time she saw it happen, she pulled on Hua Cheng’s sleeve and whispered, “San Lang… why is that man photographing his dumplings?” Hua Cheng glanced at Xie Lian. “People post photos online. On Weibo, usually.” Xie Lian had the vague sense that Weibo was sort of like a public communication array. She wasn’t sure why anyone would share photos of their food there, but she didn’t know anyone who would be interested besides Hua Cheng. “Ah, I see.” “I’ll show you, jiejie.” Hua Cheng fished her phone out of her pocket. Her suit was so low-cut that Xie Lian could barely look at her; the fake fur trim ran down to the navel, exposing the soft curves of Hua Cheng’s breasts and the garish necklace suspended between them. “Here, look through this.”</blockquote> ➤ rule 63 modern au hualian ➤ it is so SOFT and suffused with care that I am all emotions!!!! ➤ also. the outfits. I die. ➤ 3k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>Chu Wanning went up the stairs with the same hesitation with which she'd descended. Each moment was an opportunity to turn back. To be good. She unfastened the latch instead.</blockquote> ➤ rule 63 modern au f/f ranwan ➤ chu wanning has atticwifed taxian-jun ➤ cwn is SO horny for her wife (wives) but can't let herself just enjoy that ➤ CHU WANNING. ➤ 1k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>"Don't fuck your ex," Pei Ming said when Shi Qingxuan told him that she'd been cast in the Broadway debut of Heaven Official's Blessing.</blockquote>

Summary: <blockquote>"See, it's a fair trade," Wei Wuxian said, outlining the situation. "You get a wife! That's me! And Xuanyu can have a husband." Lan Wangji looked at the screen separating him from the bathtub. "In your proposition, you also have a husband."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Outside, San Niang has long finished the quota of charity Xie Lian allotted her. She's drinking something from the bakery on the corner—probably one of their dreadful, bitter coffees. The wind is making a mess of her hair. Yearning plants a seed in Xie Lian's heart.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I've read about this somewhere," Shang Qinghua said, tapping her chin. "You wrote it," Peerless Cucumber snapped. "Chapter 258, remember?" "Haha," Shang Qinghua said. "No." She thought for a moment. "This isn't one of the curses we'd have to get married to break, right?"</blockquote>

<blockquote>Shen Yuan hates Shang Qinghua's sex scenes. Or so she claims.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"That was an exhibit," Lan Zhan said after a moment. Tarbosaurus bataar, the gem of the Museum of Natural History's collection. "It was," Wei Ying said smugly. "And now it has feathers!"</blockquote>

<blockquote>Sha Hualing has always wanted to have a rival.</blockquote>

<blockquote>How to sate your demonic orgasm sword in six easy steps!</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I must bring a token from each of the borders," he says to Shang Qinghua when they return to Mobei Jun's quarters. "Salt from the sea in the east, cypress boughs from the west, camellia blossoms from south, ice from the north. The blood of the new generation." "It's barely spring, my king," Shang Qinghua says. "How are you supposed to set up a tablet in the fall?" "Poorly." Shang Qinghua sighs. "And why is there always blood?" He's already turned aside, casting his eyes toward the paperwork spread out on Mobei Jun's desk, accrued during Shang Qinghua's absence. The usual shadows dig soft half-moons beneath his eyes. "Hit me again," Mobei Jun says.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five times that Shang Qinghua has to save Liu Qingge's life with his dick... ...and one time that Liu Qingge returns the favor.</blockquote>

<blockquote>For the first half-day of the 105th Immortal Alliance Conference, Yue Qingyuan almost felt like everything might go off all right. Unlike the last time Cang Qiong Mountain Sect had hosted the Conference, the speakers were in the right order—the head of Huan Hua Palace needed to feel important, given the quantity of silver he sunk into this money pit every fourth year—and no one had skimped on the service on the sect leaders' platform. Beautiful, buxom women in soft pastels played popular compositions on the qin and circulated with trays of beverages while the sun rose high above the day-drinkers. Standing by the balcony with a cup of wine in his hand, Shen Qingqiu looked pleased. Ah, if only that welcome expression weren't so worrisome.</blockquote> ➤ the one where they're co-chairs of the conference!

<blockquote>After the tranquil bamboo house on Qing Jing Peak and Luo Binghe’s splendid, demonic mansion, Shen Qingqiu definitely finds sleeping on a futon cradling a cheap dakimakura to be a downgrade.</blockquote>